Know Your Poets

Know Your Poets!

How well do you know your poets and poetry? If you were given the opening lines of a relatively well-known poem, would you be able to guess the author? How about if you were also provided with a picture of that poet? Here's your chance to find out how well you know your poets. Good luck, and have fun! -- Mr. Hauser

The Poets The Opening Lines The Answers

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

childhood remembrances are always a drag
if you're Black
you always remember things like living in Woodlawn
with no inside toilet...

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn; the song
that is irresistible;
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the bleached skulls

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately preasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns meansurelss to man
Down to a sunless sea.

There's a certain slant of light,
Winter afternoons,
That oppresses like the heft
Of cathedral tunes.

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

	Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
	Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
	childhood remembrances are always a drag if you're Black you always remember things like living in Woodlawn with no inside toilet...
	This is the one song everyone would like to learn; the song that is irresistible; the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see the bleached skulls
	In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately preasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns meansurelss to man Down to a sunless sea.
	There's a certain slant of light, Winter afternoons, That oppresses like the heft Of cathedral tunes.
	Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot,
	Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
	You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
	Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.