Do you agree with Swinburnes comment that there can be no verse, when there is no
modulation [of the meter]? Why or why not?
Find a line of poetry from this weeks reading that illustrates what Fussell means when he
says, the po
Poetry Homework 2
Scan Brownings My Last Duchess in The Norton Anthology. Mark stressed and
unstressed syllables, metrical feet, caesuras, and enjambments.
What is the effect of the meter in Brownings My Last Duchess? In other words, is the
The Ballad of a Don Juan
He was exactly what youd think,
your typical Don Juan.
The enigmatic, handsome sort
with a physique of brawn.
To him, women were purely sport.
He toyed with hearts for play.
As quickly as they bought his charm,
He calmly walked aw
Against the backdrop of a steady rain,
a crumpled body on a bed is filled
with nothing but a nameless sort of pain,
unable to move even if it willed.
Amid this sea of white and wrinkled sheets,
hands clutching at the absence of it all,
the sob that claws
Although your hand rests on her hip,
your eyes are locked on mine
in a room thats thick with people
and the words we left unsaid.
The others, they are nothing,
fading to phantoms
as the words are turned to substance.
We could have worked, th
Johnny says hed made a friend that day
while on his morning walk to get to school
and he would like to go outside and play.
He comes back hours later with a toy-its from another time and shows its wear.
He tells his mot
A Woman Scorned
But while were on the subject of my heart,
I guess I gave it up without a fight.
You fracture it a bit more with each smile
the kind you let me borrow but not keep.
So I would like it back now, if you please,
before the damage runs too dee
Reading Discussion Questions: Week 1
1. Writing in metrics allows the rhythm of a piece to lend another dimension of
meaning and emotion that cant be conveyed simply through words.
2. Syllabic meteronly measures the number o
The Walk-In Clinic
A sixty year old woman sits beside
a twenty-something man, who hasnt shaved.
Hes wearing faded jeans and grass stained shoes,
and slouches in his chair to make it clear
that anywhere is preferable to here.
She absentmindedly traces desi
The Little Mermaid
It was a crisp October day when I
discovered her there alone by the shore,
and I knew nothing else could ever be
as beautiful or miserable as she.
Unmoving, she sat on the dappled rock,
her body of bronze bent dejectedly
while the sea o