RECITATION PREPARED BY ANITA MISHRA PGT …

1 RECITATION . PREPARED BY ANITA MISHRA . PGT ENGLISH. SKV CHIRAG DELHI. SOAMI NAGAR. NEW DELHI -110017. DAY I: TEACHING THE BASIC ELEMENTS OF POETRY. Stanzas (how lines are grouped). Sound (includes rhyme, but also many other patterns). Rhythm (what kind of "beat" or meter the poem has). Figures of speech (many poems are full of metaphors and other figurative language). 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. 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 DAY 13: LEARNING TO RECITE TO OTHERS. Students learn to 1. Recite to class. 2. Look at something just over the heads of their aud ience. 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!

5 '. Then added with a frightful le er, `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 ca viare.

6 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 re formers of Modern India- Dayanandi and Gandhi Were both born in the small peninsula of Kathiawar.

7 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.

8 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 daffodi ls;. 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.

9 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 t he 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!

10 '. STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING. By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village t hough;. 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 PUSS Y-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!