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Black poets for e portfolio

  1. 1. African American Poets and their Work Featuring: Maya Angelou (1928 - ) Nikki Giovanni (1943 - ) Jacqueline Woodson (1963 - ) Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967)
  2. 2. ACTIVITY <ul><li>Before: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>Divide your sheet of paper into two columns. Label one side “Popcorn” and the other side “Words”. </li></ul></ul><ul><ul><li>Take a handful of popcorn and think about how popcorn and words are alike. If you have any ideas, write them down at the top of the page. </li></ul></ul><ul><li>During: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>Listen to how Maya Angelou describes popcorn and words. On the “Popcorn” side of your page, draw what you see when she talks about the popcorn and on the “Words” side of your page, draw what you see when she talks about the words. </li></ul></ul><ul><li>After: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>Once you’ve heard the poem a second time, see if you can add to your pictures. </li></ul></ul><ul><ul><li>Look at your pictures. NOW can you think of any ways popcorn and words might be alike? If so, write them down at the bottom of the page, but don’t erase what you wrote before you heard the poem! </li></ul></ul>
  3. 3. I Love the Look of Words by Maya Angelou <ul><li>Popcorn leaps, popping from the floor </li></ul><ul><li>of a hot black skillet </li></ul><ul><li>and into my mouth </li></ul><ul><li>Black words leap, </li></ul><ul><li>snapping from the white </li></ul><ul><li>page. Rushing into my eyes. Sliding </li></ul><ul><li>into my brain which gobbles them </li></ul><ul><li>the way my tongue and teeth </li></ul><ul><li>chomp the buttered popcorn. </li></ul>
  4. 4. <ul><li>When I have stopped reading, </li></ul><ul><li>ideas from the words stay stuck </li></ul><ul><li>in my mind, like the sweet </li></ul><ul><li>smell of butter perfuming my </li></ul><ul><li>fingers long after the popcorn </li></ul><ul><li>is finished. </li></ul><ul><li>I love the book and the look of words </li></ul><ul><li>the weight of ideas that popped into my mind </li></ul><ul><li>I love the tracks </li></ul><ul><li>of new thinking in my mind. </li></ul>
  5. 5. Knoxville, Tennessee by Nikki Giovanni <ul><li>I always like summer </li></ul><ul><li>Best </li></ul><ul><li>You can eat fresh corn </li></ul><ul><li>From daddy’s garden </li></ul><ul><li>And okra </li></ul><ul><li>And greens </li></ul><ul><li>And cabbage </li></ul><ul><li>And lots of barbeque </li></ul><ul><li>And buttermilk </li></ul><ul><li>And homemade ice-cream </li></ul><ul><li>At the church picnic </li></ul><ul><li>And listen to </li></ul><ul><li>Gospel music </li></ul><ul><li>Outside </li></ul><ul><li>At the church </li></ul><ul><li>Homecoming </li></ul><ul><li>And go to the mountains with </li></ul><ul><li>Your grandmother </li></ul><ul><li>And go barefooted </li></ul><ul><li>And be warm </li></ul><ul><li>All the time </li></ul><ul><li>Not just when you go to bed </li></ul><ul><li>And sleep </li></ul>
  6. 6. ACTIVITY <ul><li>Think of three or four things that you love about Knoxville, or that Knoxville reminds you of. Like Nikki Giovanni, think about: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>Places </li></ul></ul><ul><ul><li>Activities </li></ul></ul><ul><ul><li>People </li></ul></ul><ul><ul><li>Sensations </li></ul></ul><ul><li>Choose your favorite TWO from the list to share. </li></ul><ul><li>When it’s your turn, say your two out loud and as we go around the room, we’ll have created our own poem about Knoxville! </li></ul><ul><li>Turn your sheet in so the class poem can be typed up. </li></ul>
  7. 7. Firefly (from Locomotion ) by Jacqueline Woodson <ul><li>It’s almost May </li></ul><ul><li>and yesterday </li></ul><ul><li>I saw a firefly. </li></ul><ul><li>You don’t see </li></ul><ul><li>them a lot </li></ul><ul><li>in the city. </li></ul><ul><li>Sometimes, </li></ul><ul><li>in the park </li></ul><ul><li>in the near dark </li></ul><ul><li>one comes out </li></ul><ul><li>you’ll hear </li></ul><ul><li>a little kid shout </li></ul><ul><li>Lightning bug! Firefly! </li></ul><ul><li>It’s almost May </li></ul><ul><li>and yesterday </li></ul><ul><li>I caught a firefly in my hand. </li></ul><ul><li>First firefly I </li></ul><ul><li>seen in a </li></ul><ul><li>long, long time. </li></ul><ul><li>Make a wish , </li></ul><ul><li>Miss Edna said. </li></ul><ul><li>Make a good one. </li></ul><ul><li>Firefly wishes always come true . </li></ul>
  8. 8. ACTIVITY <ul><li>Now that you’ve heard the poem read out loud once, let’s go back and read it together! </li></ul><ul><li>Lines that are black: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>I will read those alone. </li></ul></ul><ul><li>Lines that are white: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>You will read those with me. </li></ul></ul><ul><li>Quick discussion: </li></ul><ul><ul><li>Do poems always have to stand alone, or can they be put together to make something bigger? </li></ul></ul>
  9. 9. The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes <ul><li>I’ve known rivers: </li></ul><ul><li>I’ve know rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. </li></ul><ul><li>My soul has grown deep like the rivers. </li></ul><ul><li>I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. </li></ul><ul><li>I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. </li></ul><ul><li>I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. </li></ul>
  10. 10. <ul><li>I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve see its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. </li></ul><ul><li>I’ve know rivers: </li></ul><ul><li>Ancient, dusky rivers. </li></ul><ul><li>My soul has grown deep like the rivers. </li></ul>Background about this poem (from Langston Hughes, American Poet by Alice Walker): “ No matter what anybody said about black people, Langston knew he would always love them. To him they were courageous and strong. He thought of the souls of black people as great rivers - rivers very old and deep; rivers that reached all the way back to Africa. As the train crossed over the muddy waters of the Mississippi River near St. Louis, Langston wrote this poem…It was his first poem to be published after high school.”