FC: Anna's Poetry Portfolio Period 2
1: Table of Contents | My ode to the Ocean.................. Page 2 Narrative Poem........................ Page 3 Poetry Terms........................... Pages 4 & 5 TPCASTT analysis...................... Pages 6-9
2: My Ode to the Ocean | As the ocean sways It carries me places of great Interest I peer down into the ocean And see many colorful Creatures Swimming about As I look to shore There is not a person to be seen All I see is the beauty of nature As the ocean sways I let it take me where it wishes As I fall into a deep and Calming sleep
3: Narrative Poem | As I trapped the ball At my feet I had a strike of energy And started to sprint Down the field Toward the goal I got closer and closer But then a player from the Opposite team came at me I hesitated for a second So I decided to keep going for the Goal I got closer and coser I found the right pace to shoot And... GOAL! I ran back down the feild As my teammates congradulated Me on my epic goal
4: 3 Poetry Terms | Anaphora- Repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences. Example: I'm not afraid to die. . . . I'm not afraid to live. I'm not afraid to fail. I'm not afraid to succeed. I'm not afraid to fall in love. I'm not afraid to be alone. I'm just afraid I might have to stop talking about myself for five minutes. | Anapest: A metrical foot composed of two short syllables followed by one long one, as in the word seventeen. Example: The Cloud I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
5: Metaphor- A figure of speech in which an implied comparison is made between two unlike things that actually have something important in common. Example: Life is a rollercoaster
6: Poetry Analysis | 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 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?)
7: 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 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 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, 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. | 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 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 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, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
8: TPCASTT analysis Birches T: A tree, nature P: Setting- A forest full of birches. *This poem is about a man contemplation the scenery of birches, imagining that they were bent by little boys. But the branches were really only bent from hail storms. As he was imagining about the Birches, he was also wishing he could go back in time and start all over to be a birch swinger once again. C: Like girls one hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their their heads to dry in the sun. This is a metaphor describing how the look of the sagging branches closely relate to how girls look when they are drying their hair. Life is too much like a pathless wood. In this sentence Frost is saying how in life you never really know where you will end up and you really have nothing to guide you.
9: C: (continued) Crystals were like the innerdome of heaven. In this metaphor Frost was giving you a different perspective on how pretty the Birches looked after an ice/hail storm. But I was going to say when Truth broke in with all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm. Frost is describing how he wishes he could stay in his imaginations but he has knows he has to come back to reality some time. One could do worst than be a swinger of birches. Frost likes thinking the bend in the BIrches branches comes from little boys swinging on Birch trees, and loves to think of the beautiful things they resemble. A: Robert Frost is speaking in a positive tone. Writing about how beautiful Birches are, instead of the negatives about them. Also he is including the enjoyment of his memories as a child.
10: S: Frost loves imagining the branches of Birches were bent by little boys, and that they resemble girls throwing their hair back infront of them to dry. Although he still holds his thoughts to mention that the branches were actually bent by past ice and hail storms. T: The beauty of being able to be a kid and being carefree, and how different it is to be an adult. T: The author in this poem is saying how he misses life as a kid, and how he used to swing on the Birches when he was a little kid, and how much he misses being carefree of life. I think this poem means to enjoy being a kid and there is nothing wrong with being a swinger of the birches.