1.

BEYOND RECALL
By: Sharon Bryan
Nothing matters
to the dead,
thats whats so hard (1)
for the rest of us
to take in
their complete indifference (2)

First of all the title itself (Beyond Recall) is an idiomatic

expression or idiom, though it is not a poetic device it
clearly states that something is impossible to change,
reverse or restore. Recall is being used to mean a
sense of revoking or annulling something Thus the
author means that Death and the traditions,
circumstances and other idiosyncratic behaviors we
associate with it cannot be changed like our desire to
communicate with the dead and rituals we do like
burying them.

to our enticements, (2)

our attempts to get in touch
they aren't observing us (2)
from a discreet distance, (2) (3)
they aren't listening
to a word we say
you know that, (4)
but you don't believe it, (4)
even deep in a cave (4)
you don't believe (4)
in total darkness,
you keep waiting (4)
for your eyes to adjust (4)
and reveal your hand (4)
in front of your face (4)
so how long a silence (5)
will it take to convince us (5)
that were the ones (5)
who no longer exist,
as far as X is concerned
and Y, that they've forgotten
every little thing
they knew about us
what we told them (6)
and what we didn't
have to, even our names
mean nothing to them (6)
nowour throats ache
with all we might have said
the next time we saw them. (6)

1. Consonance
2. Rhyme - the words indifference,
enticements, distance all sound like the
letter S. It is not very obvious but it does
give a sense of rhythm when reading the
poem.
3. Alliteration - repeated letter D consonant
sound.
4. Repetition - You and your are repeated to
emphasize that we , despite the fact that
we cannot talk to the dead we still do it
anyway because it is what we are used for.
The author is pointing out that it is useless
but it helps US those who are left behind
in our catharsis to make the passing of a
loved one easier on us. Still it is not being
heard by the dead but we do it anyway.
5. Rhyme ending of each line sounds like the
letter s.
6. Repetition repeating the word them every
third line to mean the dead.

2. OH, THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

By: Dr Seuss
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
Youre on your own. And
you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy wholl
decide where to go.
Youll get mixed up,
of course, as you already know.
Youll get mixed up with
many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great
tact and remember that
Lifes A Great Balancing Act.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOULL MOVE
MOUNTAINS!

2. SONNET 18
By: William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

3. Still I Rise
By: Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise

4. ITS RAINING IN LOVE

By: Richard Brautigan

I dont know what it is,

but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I dont say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, Do you think its going to rain?
and she says, I dont know,
I start thinking: Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
Its twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.
I think hes right and besides,
its raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
Thats all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
Do you think its going to rain?
and I say, It beats me,
and she says, Oh,
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, its you, baby, this time
instead of me.

5. I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN

By: Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral in my brain,

And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.