Module 1: Poetry is divided into three sections that focus on imagery, rhythm/me

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Module 1: Poetry is divided into three sections that focus on imagery, rhythm/meter and tone. In the villanelle “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop, the poet utilizes all three of these components well to create a compelling poem about the nature of loss. After reading the poem below, please respond to the 3-part discussion question below. Students must post their own responses first prior to being able to review and respond to other students’ posts and responses.
Discussion Question in 3 Parts:
[All three parts of the discussion question must be addressed and answered in one response post. Any material submitted in additional posts in response to the discussion question will not be considered.]
Part 1: Utilizing specific terminology and poetic devices as outlined in Western Wind chapters 1-4, describe and analyze at least three instances of strong imagistic writing in “One Art.”
Part 2: Utilizing specific terminology and metrical information about poetry as described in Western Wind chapters 9-10 and in Course Lesson 2: The Sonnet and Villanelle, describe and analyze the ways in which “One Art” follows and/or challenges the traditional metrical structure/form of a villanelle.
Part 3: Utilizing specific terminology and the vowel pitch chart in Western Wind chapter 7-8, describe and analyze the ways in which “One Art” employs tone and the sounds of words to enhance the poem’s aesthetic experience and meaning.
One Art
By Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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