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American Masters

American Masters. Mr. Lamar. Quick Write. If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. – Walt Whitman This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me – - Emily Dickinson Reflect on the quotes above. What do you think each of these poets mean?

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American Masters

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  1. American Masters Mr. Lamar

  2. Quick Write • If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. – Walt Whitman • This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me – - Emily Dickinson • Reflect on the quotes above. What do you think each of these poets mean? • If I hadn’t provided the names of each author, would you have been able to tell who was speaking in each quote?

  3. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant― Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind― Who wrote this poem? Dickinson, Poe, or Whitman? How could you tell? What is the tone of this poem? Warm Up

  4. A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. Who wrote this poem? Dickinson, Poe, or Whitman? How could you tell? Note anything significant about the structure of this poem. Warm Up

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