Transcript Making Inferences

Making Inferences with Poetry
A Key to Understanding
The __________
By day the __________ loves to float
On swamps and lakes, much like a boat.
At night from water it retreats,
And eats
and eats
and eats
What is it?
and eats.
Little lamps of the dusk,
You fly low and gold
When the summer evening
Starts to unfold.
So that all the insects,
Now, before you pass,
Will have light to see by,
Undressing in the grass.
But when the night has flowered,
Little lamps agleam,
You fly over treetops
Following a dream.
Men wonder from their windows
That a _______goes so far--They do not know your longing
To be a shooting star.
What is it?
I know it must
Be hard for you
To be burned by
That laser all the time
And kept in the box so
You can't breathe well.
And having to be spun
All the time and stopped
And spun and stopped and spun
And so on and so on.
But, I ask you;
What would I listen to
If I didn't have you.
What is it?
I swim in the sea,
flipping and shining.
Can you see me?
Now you do,
and now you don’t.
Try and catch me—
you won’t, you won’t!
I jump in the air
and feel so free,
twisting and turning.
Can you see me?
Now you do,
and now you don’t.
Try and catch me—
you won’t, you won’t!
What is it?
Closed, it sleeps
On it’s side
Quietly,
The silver
Image
Of some
Small fish;
Open, it snaps
Its tail out
Like a thin
Shrimp, and looks
At the sharp
Point with a
Surprised eye
What is it?
Your Turn
Write a brief poem that describes or
gives the characteristics of an object.
Do not use the objects name in the poem.
Be sure to be VERY descriptive. The
goal is for someone to be able to infer
what the object is based on your
description or clues.
BULLY
Why, each day,
do you stop and stare,
do you chant those names,
do you pull my hair?
Why, each day,
have you never tried
to know the hurt
that I feel inside?
Aundrea Collett
All
Things
Lovely
By Conrad Aiken
All lovely things will have an ending,
All lovely things will fade and die,
And youth, that’s now so bravely spending,
Will beg a penny by and by.
Fine ladies soon are all forgotten,
And goldenrod is dust when dead,
The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten
And cobwebs tent the brightest head.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, remain!
But goldenrod and daisies wither,
And over them blows autumn rain,
They pass, they pass, and know not whither.
On Your Own
• Pick a poem.
• Read the poem.
• Use sticky-notes to write your
thoughts.
• After finishing the poem, write a
sentence that explains the poems
“theme”.