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BJ's Poetry Portfolio

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FC: BJ'S Poetry Portfolio BY: BJ A.

3: Table Of Contents Poetry Terms.................................Pages 3-4 Birches By Robert Frost.......................................Pages 6-7 TPCASTT........................................Pages 8-10 Narrative Poem...............................Page 11 Ode.............................................Page 12

4: Epic: A long, serious poem that tells a story of a heroic figure Ex: Beowulf by Seamus Heaney

5: Iamb: A foot comprising an unstressed syallable followed by a stressed syallable Ex: Above | Dactyl: A stressed syllable followed by 2 unstressed syllables. Ex: Happily

6: Birches By: 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. 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?) 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 To learn about not launching out too soon

7: 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 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 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 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.

8: T= Bent trees, life ending, trees getting bent because of Nature. P= Kids playing on the bent trees and falling off, how he always wanted to play on the trees, how Ice has gradualy bent the trees, once the sun comes out the ice crystals fall the off the tree, then the crystals get swept away by the wind, then the kids play on the trees breaking off the branches, and at the end Frost says how he wanted to play on the trees but never had a chance. C= The last sentence "Once was I a swinger of Birches" is saying that Frost used to be a kid and was one who swung on trees. Symbolisim:Trees are symbolizing that if you play with something to long you could end up breaking it Metaphor: The entire poem is a metaphor about life and how things can happen that are unexpected Rhyme: Load-Bowed

9: Metaphor: The entire poem is a metaphor about life and how things can happen that are unexpected Rhyme: Load-Bowed Mood: Very happy at the start, then turns sad whe he starts talking about Birches and how they got bent and things fell off of the trees, adn at the end it is happy when he talks about how great the trees are alive and well Punctuation: Frost uses many colons, he also uses periods in the middle of sentences, so some of his sentences are very short but some can be pretty long A= It's a very happy mood from the writer, sometimes it was a bit sad but mostly happy S= There are a few shifts from good to bad in the first few sentences

10: S= Their was a shift when Frost said "So was I once a swinger of Birches." Title= About trees but also says that things can end and nothing can live for ever Theme= The theme is that when someone turns older that they still think, and act like a kid they might just not look like a kid.

11: Narrative Poem I saw the ball fly Across the beautiful sky It soared and soared, and never came down I ran as fast as I could Straight down that line When it cam down The place filled with cheer As I rounded the base With the cool wind in my face I felt on top of the world I rounded second, getting closer and closer It seemed to take forever to get to third As I got to third, I could feel the joy My team fot the lead because of a boy I got to home Mobbed my teammates I touched home plate, this was great

12: O | Ode to Spanish Soccer Annuncers Ode to Spanish Soccer Announcers Oh how they scream and shout Ode to saying GOAL! How it makes my day roll Ode to them speaking in Spanish Hopefully they don't vanish I love their voices No matter how loud They make me proud Don't go away I want you to stay Ode to Spanish soccer announcers You make me bouncers


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