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Becca's Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By Becca W.

1: Becca's Poetry Portfolio | Poetry Terms..........................Pages 2-5 Birches by Robert Frost.............Pages 6-8 TPCASTT Analysis....................Pages 9-11 Ode to an Ipod Touch. ................Page 12 Narrative Poem.........................Page 13

2: Anapest | EX: "And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, / When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee." | Two unaccented syllables followed by an accented one, as in com-pre-HEND or in-ter-VENE. An anapestic meter rises to the accented beat. | The Destruction of Sennacherib

3: Anaphora | Emphasizing words by repeating them at the beginnings of neighboring clauses. | EX: "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." (Rick Blaine in Casablanca) | Casablanca

4: Cinquain | A 5 line poem where: Line 1: one word(subject or noun) Line 2: two words(adjectives) that describe line 1 Line 3: three words(action verbs) that relate to line 1 Line 4: four words(feelings or a complete sentence) that relates to line 1 Line 5: one word(synonym of line 1 or a word that sums it up)

5: Cinquain | EX: triangles pointy edges revolving, rotating, angling Triangles are all different. 180o

6: 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 | BIRCHES By Robert Frost

7: 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.

8: 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

9: T | TPCASTT ANALYSIS | Birches as in trees or a forest of trees. Obviously about trees. | Frost describes why the trees would be bent and hopes that they are bent because little boys were playing on them. Recalling childhood games and memories fondly. Wants to be a "swinger of birches" once more and explains how he'd like to take a break from Earth and come back as a child. | T | P | C | C | The first forty two lines contain numerous imagery and descriptions and lines forty one through forty eight explains that the narrator had many experiences with playing on trees and being a child. Line nineteen is a perfect example of a similie, "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads."

10: TPCASTT | C | Lines forty two and forty three express that the narrator was once a child that fooled around and had fune and that he misses those days and prefers them to present times. Line forty five states that "life is too much like a pathless wood," meaning that life is dangerous with no directions on where to go next or if you are going the right way or not. It's confusing and very hectic. The last line of the poem, "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches" refers to the fact that children shouldn't be scolded for playing with nature and their imaginations and should be encouraged to have childhood experiences even if that means breaking a tree branch, there are many things that are worse than playing in trees. | Robert Frost's tone in this poem is like a "walk down memory lane" and very nostalgic. He is calm throughout the poem. | A

11: CONTINUED | S | The narrator makes several shifts from observing the trees, to thinking about how the trees became bent, to pondering his childhood and his thoughts. Line four makes the shift from him observing the trees to him thinking of the reason they are bent. The stanza pause between lines twenty one and twenty two is the transition of him describing that it would be much more pleasant if little boys damaged the trees instead of ice. The break after line forty one changes the subject from the descriptions of a boy playing on the trees to him talking more nostalgic and being more personal. | T | The title still means trees, but the life cycle of a tree and how it relates to children playing. There is a deeper meaning and I understand it more by reading the poem. | T | The theme is so obviously childhood and acting like a child and having fun.

12: Ode to an iPod Touch By Becca W Oh iPod Touch, how I love thee, let me count the ways. You are so thin and sleek, I can fit you in my pocket so you may accompany me wherever I wish to go. You may hold up to 10,000 songs, my love for music is love for you, so many playlists, albums, singers, galore! You are the treasure for my friends to explore. Apps and movies, all in my hand! And AIM, Safari, and email. You were worth every penny, perhaps a bit more.

13: Never Too Late Narrative By Becca W A bicycle is a bike, and instead of riding a trike, I learned to ride without extra wheels and learned how a big kid bike would feel. Though many people learn very early, I knew I could learn anyways, surely, I accepted I would be teased, But I myself would be pleased, that I didn't wait too long, learning at 20 wouldn't make me as strong, I am sure you are wondering the age I was taught, please don't laugh because I will be distraut. The date I learned was Sunday the 17th a few months after my birthday 13th.

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