Poetry of Stars

Stars, Songs, Faces
Gather the stars if you wish it so.
Gather the songs and keep them.
Gather the faces of women.
Gather for keeping years and years.
And then...
Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye.
Let the stars and songs go.
Let the faces and years go.
Loosen your hands and say good-bye.
By Carl Sandburg

Key points/insights: what does the word gather mean in this poem? What type of advice does the poem give?
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Mirror

Conceit

I looked in the mirror.

Handsome is as handsome does, I thought.

So I decided to do something handsome

BBecause actions speak louder than words.

After acting handsome,

I looked in the mirror again.

Beauty is only skin deep, I thought,

I must have thick skin.

by Elizabeth Ruiz

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Observation: The writer uses several cliches in the poem; for example 'money  talks'.   Can you identify the four cliches, and which one shows most clearly the speaker is conceited

Breaklight

light keeps on breaking.
i keep knowing
the language of other nations
i keep hearing
tree talk
water words
and i keep knowing what they mean.
and light just keeps on breaking.
last night
the fears of my mother came
knocking and when i
opened the door
they tried to explain themdelves
                                                                                    and i understood
                                                                                    everything they said.

Observation: insight brings understanding when the light breaks.
*poem by Lucille Clifton
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Ancestors

On the Wind-Beaten plains
oncelived my ancestors.
In the day of peaceful moods,
they wandered and hunted.
In the days of need or greed,
they warred and loafed.
Beneath the lazy sun, kind winds above,
they laughed and feasted.
Through the starlit night, under the moon,
they dreamed and loved.
Now, from the wind plains,
only their dust rises.
 by Grey Cohoe
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