Ponder the Title Before Reading the Poem

Ponder the Title Before Reading the Poem

TP-CASTT / Poetry Analysis

•Title:

–Ponder the title before reading the poem.

•Paraphrase:

–Translate the poem into your own words.

•Connotation:

–Contemplate the poem for meaning beyond the literal.

•This includes all poetic devices. Consider figures of speech, symbolism, diction, point of view, and sound devices (alliteration, onomatopoeia, rhythm, and rhyme).

•Attitude:

–Observe both the speaker’s and the poet’s attitude (tone).

•Shifts:

–Note shifts in speakers and in attitudes.

•Key words (but, yet, however, although)

•Punctuation (dashes, periods, colons, ellipsis)

•Stanza divisions

•Changes in line or stanza length or both

•Irony

•Effect of structure on meaning

•Changes in sound that may indicate changes in meaning

•Changes in diction (slang to formal language)

•Title:

–Examine the title again, this time on an interpretive level.

•Theme:

–Determine what the poet is saying. In identifying theme, the reader will recognize the human experience, motivation, or condition suggested by the poem.

1.Gloss the poem on the back.

2.Apply the TP-CASTT strategy to Keats’ Ode to Melancholyand write up a brief, step by step analysis of it using the TP-CASTT to explain what it means.

3.Use John Keats’ poem Ode to Melancholy to explain the sentiment that Gene expresses in the first chapter when he’s returned to Devon and is reflecting on his time there: “Now here it was … Northern Lights across the black sky” (10).

4.You will turn in your GLOSS, TP-CASTT, and your comparative analysis/explanation of the page 10 quote and sentiment above.

Ode to Melancholy

John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.