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Grace's Poetry Portfolio

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1: Table of Contents 2-5. Poetry Terms 6-15. Poetry Analysis 16-21. Original Poem

2: ABC Poem- has a series of lines that create a mood, picture or feeling. The lines are made up of words, and phrases. The first word of line one begins with an A, the first words of line two begins with a B, ect... ABC Poem by unknown A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard F ierce winds are bound to blow ect....

3: Haiku Poetry Type- a Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku poetry originated in the sixteenth century and reflects on some aspect of nature and creates images. Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green. The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut husks. A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry.

4: Terza rima - a type of poetry consisting of 10 or 11 syllable lines arranged in three-line pattern Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley I 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: 0 thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

5: 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: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!

6: “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 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

7: 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.

8: 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

9: T- A bunch of birches growing up. P- The author is visualizing a birch tree that has been bent. He wants to believe a boy bent the tree while playing, but he knows that in reality an icestorm bent it. The author longs to climb a birch tree again. Enamel: a glassy surface. Bracken: large fern. Poise: state of balance. C- Robert Frost uses a lot of imagery through out the poem. Examples are in verses 6-11. The metaphor in verse 12 refers to " broken glass to sweep away". Broken glass is dangerous and can cause harm. Should it be thrown away because it harmed/bent the tree at some point? The purpose of the ice is gone because it melted so now it can not bend the tree.

10: In verse 13 he uses the metaphor " You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen". He is refering to the ice that fell to the ground. He is also hinting that he is going to take a step back from reality a little. Which he does towards the end of the poem. There is a simile in verses 18 and 19. He is comparing a bent tree to a girl on her hands and knees. He does this because he wants the audience to feel connected to the tree somehow. So he compares it to a child which we can all relate to. The birch tree and the child represent inncocence, carefree, and childhood. In verses 1 and 2 it talks about how the birch tree is among dark trees. The birch tree is white and is surrouded by blackness. The white represents innocence and the dark trees represents evil. The birch tree is also a symbol of childhood and the other trees symbolise the rest of your life, which is not as fun.

11: Chilhood is a time of when you do not have any cares so the birch tree is stretched out and has crooked arms sticking out all over the place, but it says the other trees are straighter. So the rest of your life will not be as wild but will be strict and duller than childhood. Line 42 says that Robert Frost used to be a carefree child. He would swing and play in the birches. Then it goes on to how he wants to go back being a child, and wants to relive childhood. Whenever life is to hard or tedious he wants to go back. In line 45 the simile says that life is like a pathless wood. It is really easy to get lost in a forest, so it is saying life is confusing, and its about making decisions ( infered from line 44, you consider things when you make a decision). In lines 49 thorugh the end it talks about leaving earth and coming back. The author wants a break from earth but does not want to leave it behind forever.

12: In line 56 it refers to a black birch. Birches are typically white, but this tree is black. So it means that there is something special about this tree. He says he wants to go to heaven by climbing this tree. So to make the readers know that this is special he uses different type of birch. This way it stands out. The last line of the poem says " One could do worse than be a swinger of birches" this means that not everyone takes the same paths. There are some people in this world that never get to experience a fun, carefree, childhood. So that would be worse than being a swinger of birches because they never had a childhood. Or the birch could represent life, and the boy on the tree never hurts the tree, it experiments on it like launching off of its branches ,but does not harm the tree. So people living life experiment with life, test its limits,but they never really reaches life's limit. Where as some people in life screw up their life. Which would a be a boy breaking the branches or permanently scarring the tree.

13: Obviously being the breaker of trees is worse than being a swinger of birches. Therefore you could be worse than a swinger of birches. S- The poem starts out with a little bit of anger. Then in 7 the mood becomes lighter, and more peaceful. From line 7 to 8 the author feels more violent. " the stir cracks and crazes their enamel" this is a line explaining destruction. The tone becomes cheerful in line 10, but soon after the mood is dark, regretful, full of sorrow. In line 20 the mention of the Sun lightens the mood. From 24- 40 the mood is remembering childhood. But the tone does not seem happy, but more like a matter-of-fact tone.

14: In line 42 the mood goes from a matter-of-fact to nostalgia. He remebers his own childhood and longs to return to it. In line 45-48 the mood turns bitter. The author is thinking of all the bad things life can do to you. Verses 49-52 the mood becomes lighter and the author feels sure of his choice to take a break from earth. In verses 53-54 the feeling of being unsure takes over but then in verse 55 it becomes light again and the poet becomes sure of his decision again. 56-59 the mood becoms dreamy. As if he is dreaming of going to heaven. Line 60 is stated like a fact it is not as light and happy, but it is not dark.

15: T- How great childhood is and you should enjoy it. The rest of your life will not be as great. T- The poet is talking about an important matter. How life goes on and some parts of life are not as good as others, but even in a bad time you should still try to enjoy life. When your life is at its end you can not relive it so enjoy it while you can.

16: Ode: Ode to a Friend The day I met you I found a friend I found a sister a relationship that must never end You knew me inside out Always knew what I needed most Cheered me when I was down Made me warm when I was cold You were always there for me Kept my secrets in the dark Fed me pieces of advice You kept me going when I stopped

17: With you time flys by so fast I can not even keep track But I cherish every moment Remember every laugh Your personality - so sweet You make bitter days a treat You never judge with out a talk You always give but rarely take I love you my friend Forever and always You have a special place in my heart And this ode? Its only the start...

18: Narrative: The lost piece I lost a puzzle piece Now the puzzle will never be finished The picture never completed The puzzle piece never found It happened all so fast I can't even remember I was sitting on the rug Solving my little puzzle But then it got hot So I opened the window And a nice breeze came in It cooled down

19: So I sat back down and tried to solve my puzzle I was half way through when a cold strong wind came soaring in I shivered and shivered Wondering why it was cold Then I remembered the windows I got up to close the windows But it wouldn't close I yanked, I pulled, it wouldn't budge I went to the bathroom Got some vaseline Put it on the hinges The window closed I sat back down and finished my puzzle Well...almost I was missing one piece Where did it go?

20: Did it fly away? Where did it go? Did it run away? Where did it go? It must have been my little brother I bet he took it I bet he ate Now I will never finish my puzzle I won't talk to him anymore I will take his teddybear Never give it back See if he likes losing something What is that? Under the coach That little scrap It's a puzzle piece

21: Hey! I am missing a puzzle piece Maybe it is mine It fits! It fits! It wasn't my little brother I will talk to him I won't take his bear I will be nice I found the puzzle piece The puzzle is finished The picture completed The puzzle piece is found

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