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1: Table of contents 1. Poetry terms pages 2-4 2.Poetry analysis 5-7 3. Original poems (Narrative and Ode) 7-8
2: Haiku is a japenese poem composed of three unryhmed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflects on something such as nature. The Rose Donna Brock The red blossom bend and drips its dew to the ground. Like a tear it falls
3: Limerick Is a light, humerous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. | # There was a young lady of station "I love man" was her sole exclamation But when men cried, "You flatter" She replied, "Oh! no matter Isle of Man is the true explanation" Lewis Carroll #
4: Lyric is a poem, such as a sonnet or an ode that expresses the thoughts and feeelings of the poet, A lyric poem may resemble a song in form or style. I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
5: Tpcastt Birches by: robert frost Title: I think this will be about the growth of life, and how people grow throughout their life. P: A boy that is swinging on a tree. Very peaceful. The author wants to go back to that life swinging on birches. C: Live your life peacefully like children do, innocent, pure, and clean. In stanzas eight- eleven imagery is stated the author is saying that the sun is coming out and melting the snow. It is symbolising awakening from sleep. | From stanzas eighteen to nineteen there is a simile it is stating that the area has been isolated and left alone for awhile. The trail represents the girl, the ground represents the hands and knees of her and the leaves represent her hair. In stanza 56 it is symbolism because, the tree trunk is dark and gloomy and above it is a white tree trunk beatiful and peaceful.
6: On lines 26-27 robert the author is using two completly opposite things to try to draw the reader in. The country and the city. On line 60 the author is saying that people in this world need to look past the adult life consisting of pollution and work and go back to the child life peaceful simple and clean. A: Wanting desiring envious of children. S: coming from imagnitive mind to more reflective side. | Title: It is about how people/adults live there life when they are older. Theme: Stay pure and clean like children swinging on birches.
7: 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 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 | Narrative The man The man was trotting down the rode excited that he would almost be home. He was upset about his day and wanted to relax on his comfortable chair, finally he thought I'm actually home! His jockey said good boy to him and the jockey put him in his stable. The man (horse) licked him back. The horse was glad that ge was finally home! The man laid down on his comfy chair
8: and fell a sleep, afterall he had a hard day at work, training for his big race! | Ode Birthday I awoke out of my frigid bed to see a present awaiting me. I ran downstairs to find my family staring at me. I was screaming, I was overjoyed, I sat down and opened it. I was so stunned, and shocked it was just what I wanted! It was a.....