do following things for every single line1 determine strong/weak strees.(accent) ex) between, Radio. Do this every single word in the poems2 what is verse? couplet, triplet quatrain, sestet, octave etc?3 rhythms lamb, trochee anapest, dactyl etc?4feet? trimeter, tetramater? Pentameter, Haxameter etc?first poem is in red and second one is in blueOrangesThe first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket.December. Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,As I walked towardHer house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather.A dog barked at me, untilShe came out pullingAt her gloves, face brightWith rouge. I smiled,Touched her shoulder, and ledHer down the street, acrossA used car lot and a lineOf newly planted trees,Until we were breathingBefore a drugstore. WeEntered, the tiny bellBringing a salesladyDown a narrow aisle of goods.I turned to the candiesTiered like bleachers,And asked what she wanted Light in her eyes, a smileStarting at the cornersOf her mouth. I fingeredA nickle in my pocket,And when she lifted a chocolateThat cost a dime,I didnt say anything.I took the nickle fromMy pocket, then an orange,And set them quietly onThe counter. When I looked up,The ladys eyes met mine,And held them, knowingVery well what it was allAbout.Outside,A few cars hissing past,Fog hanging like oldCoats between the trees.I took my girls handIn mine for two blocks,Then released it to letHer unwrap the chocolate.I peeled my orangeThat was so bright againstThe gray of DecemberThat, from some distance,Someone might have thoughtI was making a fire in my handA valentine for ben franklin who drives a truck in californiaI cut the deckand found a magiciandriving a mack truckdown the California grapevine.His eyes were glistening Japanese beetles, and his hands were surveyors of the moon. He pulled a carnationout of his sleeve,and offered me a ride.I took the flower and said I was leaving to be an illusionist. He saidhe specialized in cardsand sleight of hand.I touched his mouth and earswith my lips,Keep on truckin,I said.But he laughed and told me a bedtime story. His body was an elm.His mouth was filled with grapes.His hands turned my body into new honey.Now I am home alone,reading directionsfor sawing a beautiful woman in half. First you start with a mirror .Before I turn downthe crisp sheets of my bed,I shuffle the tarot deck.But the magician is missing.Is hestill driving the freeways of California?Or is heonly an illusionin my own magicians head?
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