S: Abby's Poetry Portfolio
FC: Abby's Poetry Portfolio
1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms............2-3 TPCASTT.................4-11 Poems..................12-15
2: hsf | sfds | Dactyl A stressed syllable followed by two unstressed ones, as in FLUT-ter-ing or BLUE-ber-ry. Joe DiMaggio by Washington Post writer Gene Weingarten: Higgledy Piggledy Joseph DiMaggio, Jolted the ball but was Jilted in bed. Marilyn walked, but he Necro-romantically Laid her in rose bouquets When she was dead.
3: Anapest Two unaccented syllables followed by an accented one, as in com-pre-HEND or in-ter-VENE. This example follows this pattern: x/xx/xx/xx/ And to- day the Great Yer- tle, that Mar-vel-lous he. Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see. | Caesura A strong pause within a line of verse. Hilary Duff's Wake Up: Wake up, (here) wake up || on a Saturday night "Cynthia was the first; (here) Cynthia will be the last" — Propertius
4: “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
5: 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 Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left
6: 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
7: 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
8: Analysis T: Title, Birches leads me to believe it is about trees and nature. P: The narrator hopes trees were bent by children in the forest with nothing else to do. He chooses to believe this even though he knows the tree's branches were bent by ice storms. Setting: Forest, trees, nature. C: (Organized by lines marked on poem) Line 5- Narrator is wishing and making reality into something happy that doesn't exist. He is wishing that the trees were bent by kids. He knows they were bent by ice storms. This shows that either he is sad about his own childhood or he wishes for his childhood back. Line 10- "Click upon..." This is an example of imagery describing the trees. It shows how precious the trees are to the narrator and what the birches are like.
9: C: (continued) Line 10- "Soon..." This is an example of foreshadowing. The narrator is saying that the sun is pleasant but the ice ruins the warmth and heaven-like sun. Later the writer also says how adulthood ruins childhood. Maybe these are connected. Line 10- "You'd think..." Description of the birches, saying how they are magic and connecting them with heaven. Example of imagery. Line 10- "Soon.." It is a hyperbole because it is exaggerating the snow dropping. Line 20- "Like girls..." This is a similie describing the trees and shows a better description of the leaves for a better understanding for the reader to relate to the writer- to both believe the birches are beautiful. Line 20- "Truth", the narrator is accepting adulthood (calling it "Truth") but not exactly happy with it. This is an example of personification because it used an abstract idea have human-like characteristics. Line 40- The writer used symbolism to represent childhood. "Brim and above"- children always overdo things.
10: C: (continued) Line 45- "And life is..." This represents adulthood. It is using things to represent ideas. It is a form of symbolism. It effects the writing in that it further describes adulthood, and how it is horrible. Line 50-55- "May no fate..." This is symbolism. The literal meaning is that the writer wants to climb into a birch tree to get away from the rest of the world like he was a child. Really, it means he would like to be a child for just a moment to escape from the stresses of adulthood. Line 60- "One could..." This line shows how this person deals with his stress and he is saying that some people take their stress out on worse things. He is saying it is harmless, and it is also highlighting innocence of childhood since the birches represent childhood. Overall metaphorical meaning of birches: Carefree childhood.
11: A: The narrator accepts adulthood, though he misses childhood and would like to escape for awhile. | S: Line 20/25- "But I was.." This shows how he needs to be real and accept the change. It is a breakthrough in tha he realizes he needs to be real and mature. Line 45- "So was I.." He was remembering his past experiences as a kid. Line 40- "So I myself.." This is a shift from imagery and description into theme. | T: Birches symbolize childhood and carefree times and freedom. | T: Everyone must accept the struggles of growing up but it's alright to look back for awhile.
12: Narrative Poem Endurance We took off, Our spirits higher than ever, Our optimism through the roof, Jogging steadily to our favorite beat. We decided on two miles, A good winter run, To get back into spring, Slowly. We were wrong, We were numb, We were tired, We kept moving. Our mothers were scared, Our legs frozen, And our high spirits beaten, We kept moving.
13: Vision blurred, Our legs moved mechanically, Our iPods out of battery, We kept moving. I lost sense of direction, Even the sun was going to sleep, The sky darkened overhead, But we kept moving. People past us in their pajamas, Throwing suspicious glances in our direction, But we kept moving. And then it came. | We were tired, We were sore, We were numb, But we made it. Home.
14: Ode Ode to Arrested Development You are the sword to my magic show, The hop-on to my staircar, Your array of characters Quench my heavy thirst for entertainment. It is becasue of you that I will never once be bored. And if my mother becomes concerned of obsession, I'll say, "Rock, paper, scissors for it." And I'll choose rock, Because it should beat everything. My admiration for your ability to twist reality into hilarious, 22 minute skits will continue to grow with each episode. You're a group of people I've met before, only exaggerated and put under the same roof. It is this that makes me excited to wake up in the morning.
15: My devastation when you were taken off the air is beyond compare. Mercury was blasting out of my personal thermometer of hate, all towards Fox for betraying me. But now I have Hulu, Sorry Fox, but I can still get my A.D. fix, and therefore I am kept sane. Your unique ability to relate back to your own show portrays more talent than Dancing With the Stars, which replaced you on the air. You are the cutoffs to my Tobias, The Lucielle to my loose seal, The camera to my office magic, You are Arrested Development. You are the Korean to my Penthouse, The hook to my hand. Arrested Development, I long for you.