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诗歌欣赏教案
Part one
What is Poetry
POETRY might be defined as a kind of language that says more and says it more intensively than does ordinary language.
POETRY is a kind of saying. A in addition to B a and b
POETRY is an art form in which human language is used for its aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of, its notional and semantic content. It consists of oral or literary works in which language is used in a manner that is felt by its user and audience to differ from ordinary prose. It may use condensed or compressed form to convey emotion or ideas to the reader’s or listener’s mind or ear; it may also use devices such as assonance and repetition to achieve musical or incantatory effects. Poems frequently rely for their effect on imagery, word association and the musical qualities of the language used. Because of its nature of emphasizing linguistic form rather than using language purely for its content, poetry is notoriously difficulty to translate from one language into another.
The Eagle
He claps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809--1892)
Red wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
William Carlos Williams
Dust of Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Frost (1874--1963)
The Careful Angler
The careful angler chose his nook
At morning by the lilied brook,
And all the noon his rod he plied
By that romantic riverside.
Soon as the evening hours decline
Tranquilly he’ll return to dine,
And, breathing forth a pious wish,
Will cram his belly with full of fish.
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850--1849)
There is no Frigate like a Book
There is no frigate like a b
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