Summary Poem

I am fairly certain you all know what a summary is, but to refresh your brains and minds,



please watch the video below:



https://www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=as7xe8UQEr4



And, here is another video. This one is a bit silly, but I would like you to watch it anyway: https://www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=N6EMIaoE9_Q. Just because something is silly, doesn’t mean it is not useful. Think about how you can use the information provided the next time you are asked to produce a summary.



Writing Summaries: Oh, look! Here you are! Here is a request to practice writing summaries. Have fun!



Reread the two poems, “If We Should Die,” by Claude McKay and “The New Colossus.” by Emma Lazarus.



What are the three most important elements of a summary?

Write a summary of no more than three sentences for each one each poem.

Use no more than three sentences for each summary.



The New Colossus* by Emma Lazarus



Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,



With conquering limbs astride from land to land;



Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand



A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame



Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name



Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand



Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command



The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.



“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she



With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,



Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,



The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.



Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,



I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”









If We Must Die by Claude McKay



If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,



While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs



Making their mock at our accursèd lot.



If we must die, O let us nobly die,



So that our precious blood may not be shed



In vain; then even the monsters we defy



Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!



O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!



Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,



And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!



What though before us lies the open grave?



Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,



Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!