BC: but remember about the sprouting roses As here comes the early spring.
FC: Brian's poetry Portfolio | By: Brian Period 5
1: Table of Contents | Page 2-5...............................Poetry Terms Page 6-9...........................Narrative Poem Page 10-14............"Birches" By Robert Frost Page 15-17.....................TPCASTT Analysis Page 18-20......................Presonal Ode
2: Poetry Terms | Limerick: A limerick is a five lined poem with one couplet and one triplet of ryhming lines. Limericks are meant to be funny with figurative devices such as idioms and onomatopoeias. | Ex: There was an Old Person of Buda, Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder; Till at last, with a hammer, They silenced his clamour, By smashing that Person of Buda.
3: Cinquain: A Cinquain is a five-line poem that uses a syllable count of two-four-six-eight-two. Or in other words, each line has two more words than the previous line, except for the last one, which has two words. There are several types of cinquain poems that follow different rhyme themes, Such as syllables, words, or different adjectives or verbs. | Dinosaurs by: Cindy Barden Dinosaurs Lived once, Long ago, but Only dust and dreams Remain
4: Haiku | A haiku is a Japanese poem made of three lines with five, seven, and five syllables respectively. A haiku usually reflects something in nature.
5: Ocean By Azizah Humphrey Misty blue magic, Waves pounding against my feet. Sandy happiness.
7: Narrative A narrative poem is a poem that tells a story. The story can be anything from a happy, joyous poem, to a sad ,dull poem..
8: Narrative | Lonely Streets Brian L When I walk down the streets here Behind the hiding shadows, Inside the sanctuary of boxes, I don't see crying hope. But when I walk down the streets in others, Behind the hiding shadows, Inside the sanctuary of boxes, I see eyes of fear and terror. Those eyes of fear touch me inside, and those eyes of terror give me fear, and tell me a story of their lives of once alive freedom.
9: I see in my mind, Children running and being free, But one by one they disappear with each flashback of time. Flash after flash their numbers decrease With the packs of dogs and flocks of birds For they know if they are found They cannot return. I come to senses, eye to eye with fear, For there is nothing to fear but fear itself I grab on to fear and terror And lead it into a light of hope.
10: “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 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 | Poetry Analysis
11: 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
12: 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
13: 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
14: 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
15: TPCASTT Analysis | T- A type of tree is going to be stated in the poem. P- The author seems to be describing a tree called a birch tree, and explains what it endures throughout its life. The author also explains a boy swinging on his father's tree. C- For the first several stanzas, Frost is stating that when he see birches on the left and right sides of him, he imagined that a boy has swung on it. Then for the next few stanzas, Frost uses symbolism to describe "the ice storms" that bend the birch branches. The ice symbolizes hardships in life, and the Birch tree it self symbolizes people trying to endure and pass through challenges. Frost also uses imagery by using vocabulary that is not used to describe words such as "crazes their enamel." Frost also uses metaphors to describe the birch tree. " So low for long, they never right themselves..." That stanza is describing the "Birch tree" to not recovering from a serious "ice storm." In other words, when you are not resilient in a serious situation, you will never recover from the hardship, and you will be scarred for life.
16: Frost also uses plenty of similes to describe his poem. "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair..." Frost is describing Birch trees shedding their leaves on the ground, just like little girls playing around. When Frost states " when Truth broke in with all her matter-of-fact about the ice storm", is he describing when you grow into adults, you lose your ability to imagine and be creative? Between line 44 and 45, Frost describes that "life is too much like a pathless wood where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs." Frost is describing that life can be boring. It can also be painful and fun. The last stanza describes that if you make the wrong decisions, those wrong decisions can bite you in the back, so you should always make the best decisions as if you cannot go back. The "swinger of birches" are the people who do not make the right choice in life, and try to go back and change the past. Frost states that "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." In other words, make the right decisions in life. A-The author feels somewhat melancholy in the poem. Not so much of depression, but a slight bit of bliss near the last few lines.
17: S | s- between lines 42-43-after imagining about a boy swinging on a birch tree and the ice-storms freezing on the birch trees, he comes to his senses and comes back to reality and talks about life overall. T- Making wrong decisions and trying to make those wrong's right is impossible. T- Frost is saying to make the best decisions, because if you make the wrong decision, there is no going back and fixing it.
18: Ode An ode is a poem that is used to celebrate something that can be blissful, or grim.. Nature is usually the main topic in an ode.
19: Ode to Winter | O Winter, so frigid and sweet, Thou can always chill my face You can swipe me from my feet And move me from place to place Through the blistering breeze I can always sense your there And the leaves you freeze I can see where Jack Frost nips at our noses And you chill our strings,