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Literature Genres

Contents

•Poetry
•Prose
Why does diversity
in reading matter?

Importance of
Reading Widely What do you find
challenging when it comes
to reading?

Is it always easy to prepare yourself


to read? Why or why not?
Poetry
Poetry is a type of literature
that conveys a thought,
describes a scene, or tells a
story in a concentrated, lyrical
arrangement of words
(MasterClass, 2020). It is a form
of literature usually written in
lines or verses that make up
stanzas; poems are designed to
be recited or read aloud
(Teaching Language and
Literature, 2009)

Photo by Guillaume Apollinaire / Public domain


Elements of Poetry
Sense – revealed through words, images, and
symbols
• Diction – denotative and connotative
meaning
• Images & Sense Impressions – refer to the
words used that appeal to the sense of
sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch
• Figurative language– the creative use of
words or expressions to enhance the sense
impression
Poetic Diction
Poetic diction refers to the operating
language of poetry, language
employed in a manner that sets poetry
apart from other kinds of speech or
writing. It involves the vocabulary, the
phrasing, and the grammar considered
appropriate and inappropriate to poetry
at different times (www.poets.org). 
“Thin”
Denotative: Little thickness; Skinny
Connotative: The content of the proposal
appears to be thin.

In poetry: Bony, all skin and bones, skeleton,


death-like, emaciated
Connotation in Poetry Patterns by Amy Lowell

My dress is richly figured,


And the train
Emily Dickinson’s “There is Makes a pink and silver stain
no frigate like a book” On the gravel, and the thrift
There is no frigate like a book Of the borders.
To take us lands away, Just a plate of current fashion,
Nor any coursers like a page Tripping by in high-heeled,
Of prancing poetry. Out, Out by Robert Frost ribboned shoes.
This traverse may the poorest The boy’s first outcry was a Not a softness anywhere about
take rueful laugh, me,
Without oppress of toll; Only whale-bone and brocade.
How frugal is the chariot As he swung toward them
That bears a human soul! holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to
keep
The life from spilling. Then the
boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to
know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a
child at heart—
On His Blindness by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent


Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."
On His Blindness by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent (G1)


Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide (G2)
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present (G3)
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" (G4)
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need (G5)
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state (G6)
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest: (G7)
They also serve who only stand and wait."
On His Blindness by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent


Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

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