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Now, I want you to go home, and write a poem about an object or a person that also shows feeling, emotions, and voice within it. If you write about your sibling, tell me why you feel happy or angry about them!

If you write about your room, tell me the same thing! Be creative and show me that emotion! Independent Practice Following the lesson, students will write their own poems about an experience, object, or person that conveys emotion and voice. This is practice for them starting to write as poets and later will be edited for final publishing.

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They are also given homework in this subject area for independent practice as well and receive feedback from both peers and teachers. Follow up: Direct Teacher Intervention and Academic Enrichment Direct Teacher Intervention: For the students having trouble with grasping the concept of describing items in a creative way, the teacher will have the student pick an object that they like and describe it with the student, listen many describing words and what they like about the object through the use of poetic language.

The teacher will show the student how any object can be described in a fun way and be made into a poem using poetic language instead of plain, ordinary language. She sat down on the egg and remained that way, breathing, buttoning and unbuttoning her eyes. Her heart, so small on a plate, made the feathers rise and fall, and filled that which would never be more than an egg with warmth.

Only the little girl was near-by and witnessed everything, terrified.

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She laid an egg! She likes us! Warming her child, she was neither gentle nor harsh, neither happy nor sad; she was nothing; she was a hen. Which suggests no special sentiment.

The father, the mother, and the daughter looked at her for some time, without any thought whatever to speak of.

No one had ever patted the head of a hen. The mother shrugged, tired. Unconscious of the life that had been granted her, the hen began to live with the family. The little girl, coming home from school, threw down her school-bag and ran to the kitch without stopping.

Everyone knew it excep the hen. She lived between the kitchen and the kitchen terrace, making use of her two capacities: apathy and fear. But when everyone in the house was quiet and seemed to have forgotten her, she plucked up a little of the courage left over from her great escape and perambulated the tile floor, her body moving behind her head, deliberate as in a field, while the little head betrayed her: moving, rapid and vibrant, with the ancient and by now mechanical terror of her species.

Occasionally, and always more rarely, the hen resembled the one that had once stood plain against the air on the edge of the roof, ready to make an announcement. At such moments she filled her lungs with the impure air of the kitchen and, if females had been able to sing, she would not have sung, but she would have been much more contented. Though not even at these moments did the expression of her empty head change.

Until one day they killed her and ate her and the years went by. Therefore he was even mor surprised when he was informed that a still smaller people existed, beyond forests and distances. So he plunged farther on.

In the Eastern Congo, near Lake Kivu, he really did discover the smallest pygmies in the world. And—like a box within a box within a box—obedient, perhaps, to the necessity nature sometimes feels of outdoing herself—among the smallest pygmies in the world there was the smallest of the smallest pygmies in the world.

In the tepid miasma of the jungle, that swells the fruits so earl and gives them an almost intolerable sweetness, she was pregnant. So there she stood, the smallest woman in the world. For an instant, in the buzzing heat, it seemed as if the Frenchman had unexpectedly reached his final destination. Probably only because he was not insane, his soul neither wavered nor broke its bounds.

Feeling an immediate necessity for order and for giving names to what exists, he called her Little Flower. And in order to be able to classify her among the recognizable realities, he immediately began to collect facts about her. Her race will soon be exterminated. Few examples are left of this species, which, if it were not for the sly dangers of Africa, might have multiplied.

Besides disease, the deadly effluvium of the water, insufficient food, and ranging beasts, the great threat to the Likoualas are the savage Bahundes, a threat that surrounds them in the silent air, like the daw of battle. The Bahundes hunt them with nets, like monkeys. And eat them. Like that: they catch them in nets and eat them.

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The tiny race, retreating, always retreating, has finish hiding away in the heart of Africa, where the lucky explorer discovered it. For strategic defense, they live in the highest trees. The women descend to grind and cook corn and to gather greens; the men, to hunt. When a child is born, it is left free almost immediately.

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It is true that, what with the beasts, the child frequently cannot enjoy this freedom for ver long. But then it is true that it cannot be lamented that for such a short life there had been any long, hard work. And even the language that the child learns is short and simple, merely the essentials. The Likoualas use few names; they name things by gestures and animal noises.

As for things of the spirit, they have a drum.

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While they dance to the sound the drum, a little male stands guard against the Bahundes, who come from no one knows where. That was the way, then, that the explorer discovered, standing at his very feet, the smallest existing human thing. His heart beat, because no emerald in the world is so rare.

The teachings of the wise men of India are not so rare. The richest man in the world has never set eyes on such a strange grace. Right there was a woman that the greed of the most exquisite dream could never have imagined. The explorer—as if he were receiving the highest prize for chastity to which an idealistic man dares aspire—the explorer, experienced as he was, looked the other way.

A photograph of Little Flower was published in the colored supplement of the Sunday Papers, life-size. She was wrapped in cloth, her belly already very big. The flat nose, the blac face, the splay feet.

She looked like a dog. Who knows to what murkiness of love tenderness can lead?

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