"Ode to the West Wind"

Locate devices in the following poems
Read the poem through once to get an idea for form and sound.
Start with what you know:
Distinguish what you know and what you don’t know (perhaps highlight or underline what you do not understand)
Look for patterns
Look for changes
Tone, focus, narrator, structure, voice, patterns


Check for new understanding
Re-read the poem
Annotate /paraphrase each stanza
What devices are used?
How do they add to the understanding of the poem?
How do they add to the flow/rhythm/rhyme of the poem?
Discuss how the poet’s diction and syntax are exhibited through the devices and why you believe he/she chose to use those words.


**Complete a 5 paragraph essay discussing how the devices and diction compliment the poem’s meaning.**

"Mending Wall" by Robert Frost

Please annotate and paraphrase Frost's "Mending Wall". You should focus on tone, diction, and syntax. Keep in mind that you should decipher a specific purpose/theme and how the poet communicates the theme effectively through diction, syntax, and tone.

Your essay is due Monday at the beginning of class. DO NOT RESEARCH FOR YOUR ESSAY. Approach your essay as if it were an AP test question.

Post your responses to the poem by Saturday, January 22nd @ midnight. Your responses should discuss your essay. You must respond to two of your peers by Sunday, January 23rd @ midnight.

In case you lost the poem, here is a copy:

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."