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

 

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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
café
warm
cold
blended
Starbucks

 

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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

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