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Chris's Poetry Portfolio

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1: Table Of Contents | Defenitions: Pages 2-4 The Peom Birches: Pages 5-7 TPCASTT: Pages 8-10 My Poems: Pages 11-13

2: Anaphore: Repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive sentences. Ex: A basketball is orange. A baskeball is bouncy. A basketball has seams.

3: Chiasmus:A sequence of two phrases or clauses which are parallel in syntax, but reverse in the order of corresponding words. Example: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

4: Metonymy: The literal term for one thing that is applied to another with which it is closely associated because of contiguity in common experiences. Ex: The writer and his work - "I have read all of Milton" can be used to signify the writings of Milton.

5: 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.

6: 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 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

7: 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. 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

8: TPCASTT T: That there are birch trees. P: He was once young and now he is getting old, ready to die. He wants to come back again but as a a spirit. C: "So once I was a swinger of birches" That is a metaphor saying that he was once young. "And I dream of going back to be" That is a metaphor showing how he wants to come back to earth(Spiritually) "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over there heads to dry in the sun" I think this is refrencing to the leaves on the ground in the line before which is saying that people have been there before. This is also a simile.

9: In section 45 to 50 it shows that there have been alot of hard times that he has been through. This is also a metaphor. "One can do worse than be a swiner of birches" This is metaphor that shows he had a good life and that one could do worse in it than he did. Also it shows that he was free to be who he wanted to be. A: The authors tone shows that he is a calm speaker and that he likes to sooth people. Also sometimes it could make a reader sad. Altoghether it is a calm tone. S: Right when 20 starts there is a shift. He was talking about what he did when he was a boy and what the tree looked like after he climbed it when he was young, and then it showed how he ruined the birches and how he made every one limp. Also there is a shift right between sections 40 and 45. He was talking about he went on the trees as a boy, but time past and he is old and tells how he climbed the trees.

10: T: He is getting old. He had a good life and wants to come back to earth again as a spirit. T: This poem shows that you can do bad things in your life such as bending birch trees but if you are yourself then you had a good life.

11: Ode to Basketball When you look at a basketball bounce It looks like it doesnt weigh an ounce You know it is time to play basketball When you take a shot from three And the crowd goes crazy You know it is time to play basketball When you play one on one And your having alot of fun You know it is time to play basketball When you practice every day You could go to the NBA And you know it is time to play basketball Get people who are tall And get people who are small And go play basketball

12: My Brother Named Peter My brother Peter is nice My brother Peter is cool But sometimes he can be mean Even right after school Yesterday when he came home My mom was making me water her flowers And he didn't see me come up to him with the hose So I gave him a little shower I started running away But he caught up quick I knew if he cought me He could break me like a thin stick

13: So I ran into the neihbors yard Him following me close behind And a row of bushes came up That I jumped over(Anyone would with the right mind) He started laughing and walked back to the house and I thought it was over But then he poped up quiet as a mouse He draged me back to the hose And I got what I deserved He sprayed me on my head And I didnt say one word Peter can be mean And he can be nice But before I do something to him I better tink twice

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