Who Is...William Carlos Williams? Our Perceptions of Things

Who Is…William Carlos Williams? Our Perceptions of Things

This week had Taft 7th Graders trying their hand at the short Imagist style poetry, as in William Carlos William’s The Locust Tree In Flower. I had them listen to the First Version as I read and gave them the Second Version in printed form. We looked at its brevity, brushstroke technique, word choice, and abstraction. As students began their own Imagist poems, I had them use their imagination to describe a thing with one line per word, or look out the large windows at the wonderful winter view. This being our 6th Session (or half way point), we had just enough time for a quick review of our past lessons via Poetry Jeopardy! Let the games begin!

Ms. Munoz 7th Grade, 1st Period

Untitled Isella R.

Vast
and
broad
Dark
or
bright
Grey
or
blue
With
a
never
ending
horizon

Untitled Elliot A.

Snow
fall
again
temperatures
90
below
zero
cold
I
hate

Un-Important Donna M.

for
black
unusual
useless
light
night
lonely
bright
many

Ms. Munoz 7th Grade, 3rd Period

3PLA Daniel L.

Chain
On
Floor
Walls
Connected
Ceilings
White
Floors
Ceilings
Walls
People
Young
Brown
Building
Against
Winter

Untitled Adam S.

The
Orange
Rectangle
Colored
Sketched
Filled
Ink
Pencil
Paper
Again

Stars Renata B.

Stars
glimmer
across
inky
black
sky
silver
ball
shines
with
craters
man
in
moon
smiles
down
upon
the
Earth
and
down
upon
me

Darts Brandon T.

Darts
aiming
for
the
bulls eye
its
arm
and
precision
all
through
life

Ms. Munoz 7th Grade, 6th Period

We Are United Perla R.

us
as
immigrants
we
should
be
respected
the
same
as
Americans.

Days When You're Feeling Tired Alyssa R.

on
crown
hair
mermaid
green
whipped
white
cream
cafÃ©
warm
cold
blended
Starbucks

Untitled Victoria H.

Tree
snow
branch
covered
brown

Ms. Munoz 7th Grade, 7th Period

Untitled Francia Q.

Along
the
river
flow
peaceful
tranquil
water
never
come
blue
glow
again.

A Pencil Eugene A.

small
but
powerful
useful
everyday
never
stop
using

Ms. Munoz 7th Grade, 8th Period

Underneath Us Sophia Q.

Underneath
our
feet
green
indivisual
lines
soft
wet
sharp
the
grass
always
there

Untitled Vanessa R.

Hidden
you
Don’t
know
until
its
Explained
But
It’s
There
Standing
In
the
bare