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1: Table of contents | 3 Poetry Terms - Pages 2 - 3 Poetry Analysis - Pages 4 - 13 Original Ode - Pages 14 - 15 Original Narrative - Pages 16 - 17

2: Couplet | In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. | The rain was light We had a great night. | Fib Poem | A six-line poem in which the number of syllables per line follow the Fibonacci sequence: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. | Fear Is My tool In writing. I want to scare you, Because it is so fun to do.

3: Haiku | A japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven and five syllables. | The red blossom bends and drips its dew to the ground. Like a tear it falls By: Donna Brock

4: O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill; | Ode to the West Wind

5: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear! Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Mnad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

6: Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear! Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystlline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Bai's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

7: Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear! If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

8: Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,

9: Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

10: T: The title could suggest that the West Wind is important, because the author writes an ode about it. P: In this poem, It is fall and the leaves are colorful, and them winter comes, finally spring comes and everything comes back to life. C: In the first line, we learn that the West Wind is in the fall, the leaves are dead, this could symbolize that nature is weak and that even nature is not above the circle of life. "Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing," the dead leaves are swirling like ghosts giving the setting an erie feeling. "Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red," all of these colors are representitive of dark imagery. Yellow is for sickness, black for sadness, death, or plauge. Pale like someting ill or not living. and "hectic red" of chaos and disaster.

11: "Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou" Prestilence meaning an epidemic disease or something harmful. "Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed" This shows the imagery of the ill in their cold dark beds, a very sullen image. | "Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head" The angels are the rain that is falling onto the waves and splashing in a manner that shows imagery of hair in the wind. The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? The wind is change, and this line represents tha fact that the world will not stop turning, and that spring and happiness will always come again.

12: A: The author's tone in this poem is ar first sad, and dark. At the end of the poem, however, the tone lightens with the coming of spring. S: The shift in the poem occurs between lines 8 and 9. The weater and atmosphere lightens at this point and so does the tone and writing. The shift is important because it shows the extreme differance between seasons in nature. The shift is marked by "until" T: The title of this poem represents the winds of change and how sometime they are inevidable. T: The theme of "Ode to West Wind" is that there is always change and there is always spring or a light at the end of the tunnel. And that the world keep turning.

14: Ode to summer muggy weather sticky is the treat, bright nights days of heat, Ode to trees Ode to sand Ode to water Ode to bees Ode to summer. soon to come class is no more, boats on water castles on shore,

15: Ode to sand Ode to water Ode to bees Ode to summer. cookouts for dinner grill flares, summer is here but not our cares, Ode to trees Ode to sand Ode to water Ode to bees Ode to summer.

16: Me and My Schnauzer | Me and my Schnauzer like to walk Me and my Schnauzer like to talk Me and my Schnauzer play at the beach My Schnauzer is fuzzy as a peach My Schnauzer has a beard I know that's kind of weird But I love my Schnauzer anyway. Me and my Schnauzer like to nap Her favorite spot is in my lap Me and my Schnauzer like to eat Sometimes she gets a special treat

17: My schnauzer is white she is quite a sight But I love my Schnauzer anyway.

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