The poem “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe uses repetition and word choice to portray the theme of love. One of the biggest themes in this poem is love. This poem portrays him and Annabel Lee falling in love, her dying, and him still loving her after her death. Edgar Allen Poe repeats many phrases in this poem including, “ My Annabel Lee”. The use of repetition lets the phrase linger in your head after you have read it, which relates to how his love lingered even after Annabel had died. Also, “my Annabel Lee”, was the phrase that was most repeated, which also shows how much the loved each other, referring to her as his. The author uses the connotation of words and phrases to relate back to the theme of love. Edgar Allen Poe uses phrases like “ It was many and many a year ago” and “ kingdom by the sea” to give fairytale-like characteristic to the poem. Whenever we think of fairy tales, we think of a Prince and a Princess living happily ever after. The author uses these phrases to portray their love as fairytale love, eternal and happy. The use of structure, such as repetition, and word choice portray the theme of love in “Annabel Lee.”
Archives: December 2018
Distillation Lab
For our distillation lab, we were tasked with separating salt, sand, and water from a Erlenmeyer flask. We were given the flask filled salt, water, and sand mixed together. The first thing we did was separate the sand from the salt water. We placed a coffee filter over a beaker and secured with a hair tie. Then we poured the saltwater-sand mixture over top. Because of the different sized particles of the sand, water, and salt, we were able to separate just the sand. The coffee filter allowed the saltwater to pass through and left the sand on top. This is because the saltwater it is a liquid and had smaller particles than the solid sand. Unfortunately, we lost all of our photos of this process.
After that, we had to separate the salt from the water. We had to do this process twice, because we broke the flask the first time. We started by connecting a tube to our flask and then made our cooling stations. We cut two holes in a solo cup, one on each side, passed the tube connected to the flask through it, and filled it with ice. Then we took two large Dixie cups and cut a hole at the bottom of each. We filled one with ice then put the other cup over it, and passed another tube through it. We did not have this cooling station in the first attempt Finally we cut off the bottom of a balloon and placed it over the beaker that collected our water, which was in a solo cup filled with ice. Then we placed the tube through it. We connected each of our tubes with a glass connecter. Then we turned on the hot plate that the flask was on. Because water has a lower boiling point then salt, the water boiled, turned into water vapor, passed through the tubes, and left the salt behind. This is why cooling stations are important. As the water vapor passes through the tubes it goes through the cooling stations, turns into a liquid, and falls into the beaker which is also surrounded by ice. We also made sure to replace the ice that the beaker was in regularly. You can see our set-up for the second attempt in the pictures below.
Taco Cart- Portfolio Problem
Our portfolio problem was to find out which friend traveled faster to a taco cart.
However the distance of one friend(ben) was not given to us, so I had to use pythagorean thereom to figure out the triangle’s hypotenuse(ben’s distance).
After that I had to figure out how fast they walked so I divided ben’s distance by 2, because he walks 2 feet per second on sand. Then I converted that to minutes. I did the same for me except I divided 325.6 by 2 and 562.6 and added them together. I then converted those seconds to minutes.
You can see my all my work in the image below. Ben traveled for 5:25 minutes, and me traveled 4:35 minutes. Meaning that me’s route was faster.
Poetry Slam Poems
Self Portrait Poem
My hair is like butter, smooth and silky
My eyes are like hot cocoa, brown and warm
My fingers are tree stumps, short and stumpy
My personality is a mess, serious one minute then childish the next
My heart holds fear
That is black as coal
I live in a curling iron
And eat bobby pins
By Livia Kola
Haiku
A thin line of black
carrying my tomato,
taking it away
By Livia Kola
Inside this Mind
Inside this Poem
Inside this mind,
cogs are spinning wild
Processing every number
every letter, every symbol
that I see.
This mind needs help
When it comes to memories
Which is why little people live inside
filing and sorting
my every thought.
By Livia Kola
When The Music Played that Night
Villanelle
When the music played that night,
people danced with such ease
It was really quite a sight
Our faces were lit by the moonlight
as we looked over the shining seas
When the music played that night
Glowing lanterns were sent into flight
and lifted by the breeze
It was really quite a sight
All around, fireflies shined their golden light,
and wind rattled the trees
When the music played that night
I’m glad I got the invite
Because I wouldn’t want to miss events like these
It was really quite a sight
And for the first time in awhile, I felt alright
The day was mine to seize
When the music played that night
It was really quite a sight
By Livia Kola
Hatred of Winter
Sestina Poem
Now that everything is covered in snow,
I have to stay inside
We used to climb on trees
or play on the beach
But the only thing I like about winter
Is the smell of cookies on Christmas
I’m only looking forward to Christmas
Not the snow
That falls during winter
I don’t want to be inside
I’d rather be running on the beach
or hanging in the trees
Now that the leaves have fallen off the trees
and it’s even closer to Christmas
I only have memories of the beach
but I’m growing fond of the snow
Even though it looks gloomy from inside,
I’m warming up to winter
I can’t explain my hatred for winter
I guess I prefer leaves on trees,
and I was never one to stay inside
but it’s worth it for Christmas
I can handle a little snow
as I visualize the beach
Remember the beach?
Well I can’t, its way past winter
and I can only see snow
Remember the trees?
Well I can’t, it’s way past Christmas
And I’m still stuck inside
Soon I’ll be out from my cave inside
And I’ll be running in salty air on the beach
but I’ll miss Christmas,
and I’ll miss winter.
Even though I’ll be up in the trees
I’ll still miss the crunch of the snow
Now that I’m not inside, and its past winter,
I’m getting sick of the beach, and the trees
I can’t wait for Christmas cookies, and crunchy snow.
By Livia Kola
The Seed
Sonnet
A girl is born, a seed waiting to grow
Filled with wonder and potential
Finds comfort under the weeping willow
Where she feels the most influential
The stage where she’s bloomed and wants to go back
Engulfed in other’s words and the chitchat
Examines herself for what she might lack
Are her leaves to pale? Is her stem to fat?
As life takes its toll, she will wilt away
Trying to remember memories past
Tries to live in tomorrow’s yesterday
Because any day could be her sad last
But soon another life will start its feed,
with every planting of a new seed.
By Livia Kola
What have you learned about YOUR poetry writing?
I have learned that I don’t enjoy writing poetry. I usually think literally which makes the writing challenging.
What was your favorite style of poem and why?
I liked the ones that gave me more freedom, such as the haiku or the inside this.
What challenges did you face with this unit? Explain.
One challenge I faced was that I think to literal, which makes writing poems a challenge. Thinking of synonyms for words is also stressful when you have to fit a certain structure.