Post a found poem, 6 lines long using only figurative language from the pages, about Hans. Make sure there is a specific theme throughout your found poem and cite the pages. List the title at the beginning and the theme at the end.
Example:
Away He Goes
She looks up (419)
The cigarette was done (419)
He aroused all the sadness (420)
He brought the house down (420)
"Guten Morgen, Papa" (423)
Her head was buried tightly into his chest, then gone (424).
Love
The Beginning
ReplyDeleteThe daylight stretched itself out (432)
his first smokey taste of an actual raid.(433)
White and warm, it crept behind them (433)
the dangers merged into one. (435)
His hands were packed tight with splinters (435)
covered in a film left by the loaded air (435)
War
The Letter
ReplyDeleteTo my dear Rosa and Liesel, (437)
The damaged people (435)
"My heart is so tired" (427)
Papa's lungs were full of sky (437)
And she'd never even had a real father (425)
With love, Papa (433)
Pain
Stephanie Brito
ReplyDeletePeriod 4
The GoodBye
Six hours till goodbye(420)
"Don't go Papa"(424)
Her body was sinking (429)
No hours, no minutes till goodbye (424)
Her mother, brother, Max Vandenburg, Hans Hubbermann gone (426)
She waited for the suffication of sleep (430)
Despair
This is a really good poem! I just have a question though. Is this poem about Liesel? If yes, shouldn't it be about Hans?
DeleteDid you purposefully use quotation marks around Dont Go Papa because it was dialogue or do the quotation marks have another purpose in your poem?
DeleteDrunk
ReplyDeleteIgnoring his wife (420)
Drinking into oblivion (420)
Playing the "Gloomy Suinday" (420)
No being able to find his home (421)
Wakened by cold water (422)
Nothing left but a hangover (423)
Pain
The Old Drunk
ReplyDeleteIgnoring the warnings of the wives (420)
"Gloomy Sunday" (420)
Empty beer glasses were streaked with foam (421)
"You Old Drunk!" (422)
His hangover was visible (422)
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit (423)
Loss
Job
ReplyDeletevery back, where the daylight stretched itself out(432)
Special respect for cigatrette butts(433)
small cracks of uniform(434)
packed tightly with splinters(435)
"have you seen my wrolfgang"(435)
Hands were uncontrollable(437)
Discourage/ losing faith
Why were quotation marks used for only one line of your poem?
DeleteHow is "wolfgang" discouragement/losing faith.
DeleteI think Sam used quotation marks for only one line because that was the only line he used that was part of a dialogue.
DeleteHans mentioned that the worst part of the job is the people and the people were just giving him like a nickname.
DeleteChaos
ReplyDeleteThe daylight stretched itself out (433)
There was much running and shouting (433)
Fires were burning (433)
There was much coughing and swearing (434)
Hands were packed tightly with splinters (435
Blood-stain signed across his face (435)
Pain/destruction
Insanity
ReplyDeleteStruck four times before he,too,hit the floor (394)
They called him Jew lover (394)
What was I thinking?God Liesel,what have I done? (396)
Papa,you did nothing wrong (400)
I don't believe you (400)
It hurts as it touches the bottom of his ribs (425)
Pain/Regret
Is there a specific reason why you did not use quotation marks around the pieces of dialogue in your poem?
DeleteThe Crisis
ReplyDeleteFirst smoky taste of an actual raid(433)
Filling the city's lungs(433)
Voice struggled out of the flames(433)
Slumped in temporary safety(434)
"Jesus." A coughing fit. "Mary and Joseph"(434)
The dangers merged into one(435)
Panic
Why did you only quoted the words " Jesus" and "Mary and Josep"?
DeleteEnough
ReplyDeleteHe was given one of the most undesirable positions on the home front(431)
He turned to find him waiting calmly for his turn(435)
A blood-stain was signed across his face(435)
The corpse was face down(436)
The worst part of the job was the people(435)
Frustration/Disappointment
I'm Hurt, My Pain
ReplyDeleteBlood Stain Signed across his face (435)
Get Used to It Hubermann (436)
His Hands were Uncontrollable (437)
Threw Himself Into Duty (436)
Dropped down and layed on his back (437)
Please, He asked into the sky (437)
Hopelessness
I don't get how the line "Get use to it Hubermann" (436) shows figurative language.
Deletethat is someone talking to him, imagine it like someone who knows it all
DeleteA Different Man
ReplyDeleteHis silver eyed optimism was wounded(416).
He wants to break down but wards it off(423).
Hand held nothing now but empty air(425).
Lips were set with moist dust(435).
He tried to ignore the distant echoes(436).
His hands were uncontrollable(437).
Loss of innocence
You should have included the boy's death for loss of innocence because it was the first time he acted that way. Hans usually is calm, but he changes in that section.
DeleteHowever I really like the poem
The Painful Side
ReplyDeleteHans was sent first, quite ironically (431)
He had his first smoky taste of an actual raid (433)
Their throats were filled with particles of ash (433)
His hands were packed tightly with blisters (435)
A knelt-down howl of grief (435)
His hands were uncontrollable (437)
Pain/suffering
I enjoyed your poem since the quotes you chose were great examples of imagery!
DeleteHopelessness
ReplyDeleteHans Hubermann grew smaller and smaller(425).
People disappeared around them until no one else was left(425).
The dangers merged into one(435).
Powder and smoke and the gusty flames(435).
He tried to ignore the distant echoes(436).
The silence was always the greatest temptation(428).
Loss of innocence
why did you say its loss of innocenece at the end?
DeleteEdson Acosta
ReplyDeleteCruel Reality
"Just remember that the enemy here is not in front of you"(432).
There was paint and blood on his hands (395)
His silver-eyed optimism was wounded (416).
Behind him, a building groaned and tripped (433).
"You're lucky to be alive" (432).
"Get used to it, Hubermann" (436).
Loss of innocence
I really like your title because it goes on to explain itself in the poem. There was a lot of imagery in your poem and it really helped me to paint a picture in my head about Hans.
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ReplyDeleteI don't get how the line "He didn't watch the ground and tripped" (436) shows figurative language.
DeleteI thought figurative languages are Imagery, Simile, Metaphor, Alliteration, Personification, Onomatopoeia and Hyperbole. That quote shows imagery.
DeleteUndesirable Job
ReplyDeleteHe had his first smoky taste of an actual raid (433)
Fires were burning and the ruined cases of buildings were piled up in mounds (433)
Powder and smoke and the gusty flames (435)
A bloodstain was signed across his face (435)
His hands were uncontrollable, forcing him to make it short (437)
Papa’s lungs were full of sky (437)
Dangerous/ suffering
I really like your poem because you chose quotes that has a lot of imagery words. You showed me that his job was dangerous and painful.
DeletePositivity within Negativity
ReplyDeleteHe rides through it.(423)
Moonlight on Dark. (429)
Behind him, a building groaned and tripped. (433)
The sky was white-horse gray. (436)
Still clung to hope. (437)
Fruit stealer to bread giver.(440)
Optimism
And There He Was
ReplyDeleteAs the war flew into Germany with more intensity (432)
Where the daylight stretched itself out(432-433)
Behind him, a building groaned and tripped (433)
It lay in a blanket of powder and dust, and it was holding its ears (436)
Oh Christ. Oh, crucified Christ (436)
She called over her shoulder as she half walked, half ran. "Rudy!" (437)
Loss of innocence
I love how you made two different stanzas for your poem. That my friend was an original idea. I also love your title! I think you could tell by now that I absoultely like your poem. I give you a thumbs up! :D Nice work!
Delete-Angela
A Change...
ReplyDelete"old drunk" (422)
Left Himmel Street (423)
The smoke bombs stood like matchsticks in the ground, filling city's lungs (433).
The corpse was facedown (436)
He'd washed and eaten and thrown up (437)
Was this Nazi Germany? (440)
Loss of innocence.
I really liked that you started Hans off as an "old drunk" but then at the end it was really significant that he asked that particular question because he couldn't believe what was happening. Love your poem.
DeleteThank you! I LOVE your poem too!
DeleteWaleed Yahya
ReplyDeleteNow He's Gone
"Don't go, Papa"(424)
"Her head was buried tightly into his chest, then gone"(424)
"Hans Hubermann. All of them gone"(426)
"No hours, no minutes till goodbye"(424)
"Hans Hubermann grew smaller and smaller, and his hand held nothing now but empty air"(425)
"There was only the wardrobe-shaped woman and the thirteen-year old girl"(425).
Loss/Pain
Faking It
ReplyDelete"Everything is fine here" (433)
First smoky taste of an actual raid (433)
Hands were packed tightly with splinters (435)
Tried to ignore the distant echoes (436)
Didn’t watch the ground and tripped (436)
The corpse was faced down (436)
The theme is war
and loss of innocence
DeleteYour first line really tied in with your title. The following lines help to support your title. It was clear what your theme was as well.
Deletekatheryn jb
ReplyDeleteAN OUTWARD FACADE
no hours, no minute till goodbye: he holds her (424)
he grew smaller and smaller, and his hand had nothing now but empty air (425)
hans noodded, uneasily (435)
tries to ignore the distant echoes of calling people(436)
lungs were full of sky (437)
'to my dear rosa and liesel' he began...(437)
HOPE
New, Strange Experiences
ReplyDelete"Hans explained the bread, the Jews, and the whip"( 432)
"He had his first smoky taste of an actual raid" (433)
"Hans Hubermann was in a group of four" (433)
"He learned quickly to be on the lookout" (433)
"His hands were packed tightly with splinters" (435)
"His hands were uncontrollable" (437)
War experiences lead to heavy changes.
Here I Stand
ReplyDeleteMen drank themselves into oblivion (420)
He wants to break down but wards it off (423)
His hand held nothing now but empty air (425)
Their handprints would remain on his jacket (435)
He tried to ignore the distant echoes of calling people (436)
To perfect the art of forgetting (435)
Guilt, Regret and loneliness
Lok Ting Hon
ReplyDeletePeriod 4
Irreplaceable
"Six hours till goodbye"(420)
"Two hours till goodbye"(423)
"No hours, no minutes till goodbye"(424)
"With us"(432)
"You'll see"(432)
"Dangers merged into one"(435)
"The corpse"(435)
"Lay in a blanket of powder and dust"(435)
"A few hours later"(437)
"It took many minutes to write those"(437)
Time
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DeleteClose Call
ReplyDeleteAt the very back, where the daylight stretched itself out (432-433)
He had his first smoky taste of an actual raid (433)
The smoke bombs stood like matchsticks in the ground (433)
Behind him, a building groaned and tripped (433)
It fell face-first, stopping a few meters from his heels (433)
Powder and smoke and gusty flames (435)
War
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ReplyDeleteSeparation
ReplyDeleteNo Hours, no minutes til goodBye (424)
Rosa embraced him first, No Words(424)
He reached out and gently touched her face(425)
He makes his way into the carriage (425)
Liesel and Rosa wave(425)
They watch each other as the train pulls away (425)
Family.
Couldn't this also show separation?
DeleteGood Deeds Come with Bad Prices
ReplyDelete“Presented a piece of bread like magic” (394)
“Then it was papas turn” (394)
“Cupboards shaped of guilt” (399)
“His hands were uncontrollable”(437)
“Undesirable positions on the home front”(431)
“What was I thinking?” (393)
Regret
How does this show regret?
DeleteBlue Fellow
ReplyDeleteHans couldn't get his keys to fit the door. So he knocked. Repeatedly. (421)
His hand held nothing now but empty air. (423)
Many minutes dripped past. (429)
It lay in a blanket of powder and dust, and it was holding its ears. (436)
Hans could only point. "Oh." A hand pulled him away. "Get used to it, Hubberman."( 436)
Papa's lung were full of sky. (437)
Sorrow
The Tortured Souls
ReplyDelete“He had his first smoky taste” (433)
“Of sweat and powder” (434)
“Enough to fool the right person” (438)
“An ash-filled embrace” (435)
“Fires in their throats” (434)
“The suffocation of sleep” (430)
Death/Pain
Trudging On
ReplyDeleteA coughing fit, (434)
Sweat and powder in his eye sockets (434)
Hans picked him up and carried him out the haze (435)
He tried to ignore the distant echoes of calling people (436)
They always shouted a name (435)
“Gottverdammt, Hubermann!” (433)
Losing faith
It's Time
ReplyDeleteHans Was Sent First (432)
From the beginning it was clear (432)
They could all taste it (434)
His Hands were packed tightly (435)
He tired to ignore (436)
Oh Christ, Oh crucified Christ (436)
Hopelessness
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ReplyDeleteGoodbye
ReplyDelete“ Six hours till goodbye” (420)
“Then came the night before he left for training” (420)
“Don’t go, Papa. Please.” (423)
“ Goodbye, Hans, you drunken Saukerl,”(424)
“No hours, no minutes till goodbye.”
“ Bye, Liesel” (428)
Agony