recitation prepared by anita mishra pgt english skv chirag delhi soami nagar new delhi

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RECITATION
PREPARED BY ANITA MISHRA
PGT ENGLISH
SKV CHIRAG DELHI
SOAMI NAGAR
NEW DELHI-110017
DAY I: TEACHING THE BASIC ELEMENTS OF POETRY
(cid:61623) Stanzas (how lines are grouped).
(cid:61623) Sound (includes rhyme, but also many other patterns).
(cid:61623) Rhythm (what kind of "beat" or meter the poem has).
(cid:61623) Figures of speech (many poems are full of metaphors and other figurative
language).
(cid:61623) Form (there are standard types of poem).
DAY 2: SELECTING A POEM
Students learn to
1. Choose a poem they like.
DAY 3: FAMILIARIZING THEMSELVES WITH THE POEM
Students learn to
1. Read the poem carefully.
2. Read it out loud.
3. Get to know it thoroughly(cid:46)
DAY 4: READING THE POEM
Students learn to
1. Find good places in the poem to take a breath.
2. Plan pauses in their delivery.
3. Plan areas in the poem to emphasize.
4. Read it briefly before class
DAY 5, 6 and 7: MEMORIZING THE POEM
Students learn to
1. Memorize the poem early.
2. Break it into small parts of a few lines.
3. Start with the first part doing a little bit every day.
Students learn to
a. Read it
b. Make images and connections to help them remember.
c. Close their eyes and see how much they can remember.
d. Repeat those steps until they have that section memorized.
e. Go onto the next part.
f. Repeat all the parts they have memorized one after another.
DAY 8: LEARNING TO RECITE NATURALLY
When reciting a poem, students ignore line breaks and even punctuation. They try
to recite each sentence or phrase as naturally as possible, as if they were speaking
to someone one-on-one.
DAY 9: LEARNING TO RECITE LOUDLY AND CLEARLY
Students learn
1. To speak loudly and clearly.
2. Not to spoil their recitation by rushing through their poem. They speak
slowly and enunciate each word clearly.
DAY 10: LEARNING TO BE EXPRESSIVE WHILE RECITING
Students learn
1. Not to be monotonous.
2. To use the context of their poem to determine its delivery. If a poem is sad,
they recite it accordingly. If the poem is funny they recite it accordin gly.
3. Not to pause too long.
DAY 11: LEARNING TO RECITE WITH CONFIDENCE
Students learn
1. To relax
2. To stand up straight.
3. Not to rock.
4. Not to look down.
5. To speak with their mouth and throat open.
6. To keep their hands out of their pockets.
DAY 12: LEARNING TO RECITE TO THEMSELVES
Students learn to
1. Recite the poem loud to themselves.
2. Practice speaking clearly and standing upright.
DAY 13: LEARNING TO RECITE TO OTHERS
Students learn to
1. Recite to class.
2. Look at something just over the heads of their audience.
DAY 14: RECITATION
DAY 15: RECITATION
SAMPLE POEMS FOR RECITATION
JUNIORS
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD and the WOLF
By Roald Dahl
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma’s door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, ` May I come in?’
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
`He’s going to eat me up!’ she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, ` That’s not enough!
`I haven’t yet begun to feel
`That I have had a decent meal!’
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
`I’ve got to have a second helping!’
Then added with a frightful leer,
`I’m therefore going to wait right here
`Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
`Comes home from walking in the wood.’
He quickly put on Grandma’s clothes
(Of course he hadn’t eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes and after that
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma’s chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
`What great big ears you have, Grandma.’
`All the better to hear you with,’ the Wolf replied.
` What great big eyes you have, Grandma,’
said Little Red Riding Hood.
`All the better to see you with,’ the Wolf replied.
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I’m going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma
She’s going to taste like caviare.
Then Little Red Riding Hood said, `But Grandma,
What a lovely great big furry coat you have on.’
`That’s wrong!’ cried Wolf. `Have you forgot
`To tell me what BIG TEETH I’ve got?
`Ah well, no matter what you say,
I’m going to eat you anyway,’
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature’s head,
And bang bang bang she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, `Hello, and do please note
`My lovely furry WOLFSKIN COAT.’
WHY?
By Hugh Mcdiarmid
Concerned as I am with the West Highlands and Hebrides
Instantly to my hand is the fact
That the two greatest social and religious reformers of Modern India- Dayanandi and
Gandhi
Were both born in the small peninsula of Kathiawar.
Gandhi was born at Porbandar
It is on the sea coast, jutting out into the sea
And has all the infinite variety and charm of the expanse of ocean around it.
Mists of extraordinary beauty
Constantly rise from the sea,
and encompass the land.
The sea itself is usually a brilliant utter-marine
with liquid green where the shoals lie.
The little town where Gandhi was born
Rise almost out of the sea,
And becomes a vision of glory, at sunrise and sunset,
when the slanting rays of the sun beat upon it,
Turning its turrets and pinnacles into gold.
Morvi, where Dayanandi was born, lies inland
not far away from the desolate land
Of the Rajputana desert which stretches to the North
Unbroken for hundreds of miles.
The land at Morvi is rocky,
And the country is rugged.
The differences of their birth place is clearly seen
in the differences between Dayanandi and Gandhi.
We have Porbandars and Morvis enough in Scotland
But they produce no such outstanding characters as Dayanandi and Gandhi.
WHY?
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
When is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
ECSTASY
By Victor Hugo
I was alone beside the sea, upon a starry night,
And not a cloud was in the sky, and not a sail in sight;
Beyond the limits of the world far stretched
my raptured eye,
And the forests and the mountains, and nature all around,
Seemed to unite in questioning,
in vast and mingled sound,
The billows of the ocean, and the splendor of the sky.
And the golden stars of heaven,
in their unnumbered crowd,
With harmonies ten thousand,
with voices clear and loud, Replied,
as low they bended down their radiant crowns of flame -
And the blue floods that naught
has power to govern or arrest,
Replied, as low they bended down,
the foam upon their crest -
'The Lord, our great Creator, His glory we proclaim!'
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT
By Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING
By W. Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail’d its wreaths
And ‘tis my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,-
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from Nature be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?
BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND
By William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly;
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so high
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy string is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By W.B.Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
A BIRD CAME DOWN THE WALK
By Emily Dickinson
A Bird came down the Walk-
He did not know I saw-
He big an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass-
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass-
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around-
They looked like frightened Beads,
I thought-
He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home-
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam-
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
SENIORS
THE FATHER OF THE NATION
By Krishnan Parapally
India's teeming millions, we
as one entity, stand
in front of you,
bowing to you, O Mahatma!
Like a sea, boundless
and surging, our emotions,
like a vibrant wave, and
laden with love and regard.
Ever as resplendent
do we perceive you
Emerging in its midst, yonder,
as a thousand- petalled flower,
With all petals unfolding,
attaining full stature were you,
a wondrous phenomenon.
The beauteous truth that God
is one, you perceived as
the quintessence, unfailing,
of the cosmic expanse.
The principle that, with
sure foresight you saw, was