FC: James K. A Poetry Portfolio
1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms......................2 Birches...........................3-4 TPCASTT analysis...............5-6 Narative............................7 Ode..................................8
2: Alexandrine: A line of a poem with twelve syllables. Like, Hi my name is james this is my poetry book. | Anapest: Two unstressed syllables followed by one stressed. Like seventeen | Caesura: A natural pause or break in the middle of a line of poetry. For example | in the first line of this sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
3: When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-- Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. | They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?)I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees
4: It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
5: TPCASTT analysis T: I think the title birches reflects upon what kind of person robertfrost thinks he is. P: There are bent birch trees. There's an ice storm. There is a boy who plays by himself. C: I'd like to make a comparison of two lines in the poem the first: When I see birches bend left and right across the lines of straighter dark trees, I'd like to think some boy's been swinging on them. And the quote: And life is too much like a pathless wood. If you've read the entire poem then you'll understand that frost wishes to be a swinger of birches. I think that swinging on birches is a metaphor for a simpler life. That life is like a pathless wood, there are no trails to guide us and it gets complicated. What he's saying is that one could do worse than a swinger of birches a.k.a. a simple life, by having a complicated one. In the poem frost is expressing how he wants to have a simple life like a child swinging on birches.
6: A: I think he's earning because he wants to be a swinger of birches. S: line 6 and 7 he goes from talking about how birches are bent to the ice storms that bend them permanently. Line 12 and 13 he stops talking about the storm and talks about the effects they have on birches. 23, 24 he shifts to the boy who conquers the straight limbs of the birches. 34,35 he begins describing how the boy swings on the limbs. 41, 42 he talks of how he was once a swinger of birches. 55, 56 he ends the poem by saying how he'd like to go by swinging birches. T: He wants to focus on the central theme of the poem which is birches. T: A simple life is a good life no matter how bad it is, and there are certain aspects of the simple life that can never be beaten.
7: A Fishy Adventure By James K. As I wake up my mind is all hazed, and when I look around, I'm in a cage, I swam to the ledge, looked over the edge,then I recalled the events of the previous day There was a warm sunny sky, not a cloud passing by when I heard another fish say " help help, a man with a net" Then I swam over there and said "I'm here save you, do not fret!" So without a fear the man went up to me, and thats how I ended up here.
8: Ode to the Mouse By James K. Ode to the mouse seamlessly running on it's pad ever so resiliant that it almost never fails rolling and selecting always conecting to the thing it wants the most but this mouse can never run free It's stuck to my computer and that's where it should be