Friday, February 10, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

Parent signature due.

Expectation quiz.



Sonnet 23 Louise Labe (321) Summarize in three sentences/ three lines or less. Then new paragraph. Explore any aspects of the poem you would like, but write up to a full page. [theme, author’s skills, connections, difficult lines, favorite lines]. Change ¶ each change of topic.



Sonnet 23 Loise Labe,1524-1566, translated by Willis Barnstone
What good is it to me if long ago
you eloquently praised my golden hair,
compared my eyes and beauty to the flare
of two suns where, you say, love bent the bow,
sending the darts that needles you with grief?
Where are your tears that faded in the ground?
Your death? by which your constant love is bound
in oaths and honor now beyond belief?
Your brutal goal was to make me a slave
beneath the ruse of being served by you.
Pardon me, friend, and for once hear me through:
I am outraged with anger and I rave.
Yet I am sure, wherever you have gone,
your martyrdom is hard as my black dawn.

Let’s play “COMITATUS” That was fun! Want to finish the game on Monday?

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