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1: Table of Contents | Poetic Terms 2-4 | The Office Dilemma 5 | Ode To Michael Jordan 6 | Birches Analysis 7-11

2: Poetry Terms | Oxymoron is putting two contradictory words together. | Examples: Hot ice, cold fire, wise fool, sad joy, student teacher.

3: Limerick is a light, humorous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. | Example: There once was a man from Peru Who dreamed he was eating his shoe He a woke with a fright in the middle of the night To find that his dream had come true.

4: Poetry Terms (Continued) | Couplet in a poem, is a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. | Example: When the night is bright He wakes with fright.

5: The Office Dilemma The Copier is Jammed My sandwich has no ham O man if I just had some ham! Dan just spilled coffee on my pants O where's that repair man O man I’m going to get sacked I just can’t think of a plan What if I just took off and ran No that wouldn’t work I need to think to think of a plan Hey Jan when does the Sam come back? I don’t quite know Stan Sam doesn’t like scams O man why has everything gone bad Stan why is the copier jammed? O no it’s Sam!

6: An Ode to Michael Jordan Michael Jordan is the best It’s as simple as that He swerves he curves he scores No one can stop that 23 It’s plain to see He doesn’t need a good team No wonder he’s the best ever seen Wilt and Kareem where some of the greats But Michael just can’t be beat So this is an ode to the best No one can give him a test This man never rests And to Kobe I say I’m not impressed It's no contest MJ is just simply the best.

7: “Birches” – Robert Frost WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line 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 5 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 10 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 15 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. 20 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— 25 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 By riding them down over and over again 30

8: Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away 35 Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 40 Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood 45 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. 50 May no fate wilfully 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, 55 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. 60

9: "Birches" Analysis T: I think this poem is about referring to birch trees. P: Frost first writes about him staring at birches and noticing how they are bent. Seeing the bent trees remind him of his childhood because he used to swing on birches and that action would bend them in a similar way. Frost wishes that a boy had bent the trees but he knows as a fact that ice storms have bent them. He then describes how a boy would swing on the tree and how he would do it the same way as a child. Then he writes how his childhood life was once worry free but since he has grown up it has become more and more complicated and has had many troubles. Lastly he writes about how he wishes to escape his life of worries for a while by climbing up the birches into heaven.

10: Analysis Continued C: In the poem Frost uses a lot of metaphors. For one the birch trees represent a past, carefree life that was his childhood because they bring nostalgic memories of his past life. Another is the ice storm that Frost often refers to. The storm represents worries and troubles coming down on the care free life that Frost once had and weighing them down so they have become bent. When Frost writes about the twig lashing open a wound on a person’s face it represents hardships and troubles in a person’s adult life. Also when he talks about the one eye weeping it represents having to deal with and accept those troubles and move on with your life. In the poem Frost uses a strong and very vivid imagery of the birches coming out after the ice storms and how beautiful and graceful they look. He compares them to the “Inner dome of heaven falling” and “Girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun”. These two things are both graceful and elegant and it is obvious that Frost enjoys the transformation of the birches after they come out of the ice storms that have weighed down on them.

11: In the last line of the poem Frost writes “One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.” In this, Frost means that it is sometimes nice to have carefree child-like joy as an adult. It can draw you from your troubles and worries. A: Frost’s attitude is nostalgic and a bittersweet longing feeling. T: After reevaluating the title I think the birches are a metaphor for child life reflections. T: The theme of this poem is to savor your childhood, which is carefree. Then when you become older which may not be as pleasurable, you should be able to look back on your happier, carefree times of your childhood.

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