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About Me

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears, night & morning with my tears; and I sunned it with my smiles and with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright; and my foe beheld it shine, and he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole when the night had veil'd the pole: in the morning glad I see my foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

poison tree- william blake

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Shape Poem

Two weeks ago, students from my Literature class were tasked to create shape poems. What is a shape poem? An online poetry site defines it as poem that describes an object and is written in the shape of the object.

Simply put, the text of the poem are arranged to look like the shape of the object the poem is about. :)

Here are some excellent examples, done by my Sec 1 students. To all of you whose work Im putting up, well done!

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