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Abby's Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Abby G. Period 2

1: Table of Contents Page 2-5...Poetry Terms Page 6-12...Poetry Analysis Page 7-15...TPCASTT Page 16-17...Narrative Page 18-19...Ode

2: Poetry Terms | Simile: A comparison of two unlike things using "like" or "as". Ex: Her face is as red as an apple.

3: Poetry Terms | Couplet: A pair of lines of poetry that are usually rythmed. Ex: "I have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps." -(part of) Shel Silverstien

5: Metaphor: When using two nouns to compare and contrast them to one another. Ex: Time is a thief. | Poety terms

6: Poetry Analysis | Birches Robert Frost 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.

7: Poetry Analysis | 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

8: 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 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 | Poetry Analysis (continued)

9: By riding them down over and over again 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 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

10: Poetry Analysis (continued) | Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 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 Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

11: 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

12: Poetry Analysis (continued) | 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.

13: T: I think the title symbolizes birches. The type of tree the author is looking at. P: He sees trees that are bent from ice. He hopes they got bent from kids playing and swinging on the branches. He hopes that it was a boy who would run out and fetch the cows. A boy that lived far away and didn't learn how to play baseball. The boy would play there everyday, summer or winter. | TPCASTT

14: TPCASTT | C: "As breeze rises, and turn many-colored," this can mean the "breeze rises" is symbolizing life continuing on. "Turn many-colored," can symbolize things changing like surroundings, seasons, and people. "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," this is a simile representing the arched trees. "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches" is symbolising that there are many more things in life than this. Not everyone can swing on a birch.

15: "And like is too much like a pathless wood," is a simile. It represents things in life that are boring, but to get to the end you also must go through obstacles. A: The speaker is sad and regretful. Overall the poem has a feeling of loss. S: In the beginning it started out sad, but then in the end it got very regretful. T: It is not only about talking and describing what happened to the trees, but I think it's life choices. The birch is the tall to describe life and then you reach heaven. T: The theme is about growing up. Basically, it's about all that the author didn't get to do while he was growing up; leaving him like a birch, bent over and sad. | TPCASTT

16: Narrative Poem

17: Snow You throw on your snowpants and jump into the heep of snow your dad spent all morning shoveling The little snowflakes falling on your warm face you cheeks a rosy pink from the icy wind you fall on the ground an make snow angels to find them disapearing the wind coming hard and the snwo is in a flurry no longer can you see your own hand right in front of your face I remember those days the simplest of times But now a memory in my dreams

18: Ode Poem

19: An ode to the sun The sun smiles down upon us its rays flickering like the a candle its heat as intense as the warm oven it will always be there for me a pathway forever it has guided the pioneers and it will guide me it has grown crops and it has fueled houses without it we will perish no warmth no food no air

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