LESSON PLAN: WRiting a love poem
for aspiring adult writers and teenagers, exploring romance and commitment through poetry.
Could be adapted for younger age groups
Groups, timing
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content
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A/V aids
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Introduction
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5 minutes
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In this hour we will
1. Read two poems
2. Discuss their meaning
3. Write a few lines
4. Share a little
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Aims projected overhead
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First poem
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2 minutes
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Wedding by Alice Oswald
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Handout: Wedding
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Impressions
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5 minutes
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What strikes you first of all?
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Rereading
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In pairs, 5 minutes
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Read the poem to a partner and talk about its meaning.
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Deeper thoughts
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silently, 5 minutes
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It's quite an intimate poem, write down some ideas; what does the poem evoke for you?
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Paper and pens
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2 minutes
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If I could tell you by WH Auden
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Handout: If I could tell you
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Impressions
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5 minutes
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Seek to include people who haven't spoken up.
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Rereading.
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In pairs, 5 minutes
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Read the poem to a partner and talk about its meaning.
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Writing
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silently, 10 minutes
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Write creatively borrowing an idea or a rhythm from the poems.
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Sharing
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10 minutes
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Talk about what you've learnt or read your writing aloud
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Feedback
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5 minutes
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Comments on today's task
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Summary
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1 minute
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Well done, today we've done some creative thinking and writing.
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Handout, page set-up: landscape, two columns cut to A5 size
If I Could Tell You
Time
will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be sold, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be sold, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
WH Auden
Wedding
From time to time our love is like a sail
and when the sail begins to alternate
from tack to tack, it's like a swallowtail
and when the swallow flies it's like a coat;
and if the coat is yours, it has a tear
like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins
to draw the wind, it's like a trumpeter
and when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions . . .
and this, my love, when millions come and go
beyond the need of us, is like a trick;
and when the trick begins, it's like a toe
tip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;
and when the luck begins, it's like a wedding,
which is like love, which is like everything.
From time to time our love is like a sail
and when the sail begins to alternate
from tack to tack, it's like a swallowtail
and when the swallow flies it's like a coat;
and if the coat is yours, it has a tear
like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins
to draw the wind, it's like a trumpeter
and when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions . . .
and this, my love, when millions come and go
beyond the need of us, is like a trick;
and when the trick begins, it's like a toe
tip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;
and when the luck begins, it's like a wedding,
which is like love, which is like everything.
Alice Oswald
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