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Greer's Presh Presh Poetry Book

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1: Table of Content TABLE OF CONTENT | by: Greer Lafontant <3 | Poetry Terms 2-4 Narrative Poem 5 Ode to Period Eight 6-7 "Birches" Poetry Analysis 8-15

2: POETRY TERMS | couplet: a pair of successive lines of verse, esp. a pair that rhyme and are of the same length. "If turkeys gobble, Do Pilgrims squabble?"

3: Epigram: A brief witty poem, often satirical. A Lame Begger by John Donne I am unable, yonder beggar cries, To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.

4: MORE POETRY TERMS! | haiku : A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature. The Rose Donna Brock The red blossom bends and drips its dew to the ground. Like a tear it falls

5: Today I went to the city, It was raining “o what a pity,” On the way there we took the el, It was fun although it had a bad smell. We got of at our stop, Off the train we landed with a plop, Proceeded we did to the movie theater, To catch my favorite film The Killer Egg Beater. | Narrative Poem

6: ODE TO PERIOD 8!!! :) O, period 8 you are my favorite class, We are so loud, we shatter glass, We all have a lot of personality, It makes our class fun and full of vitality. To Mrs. Saracco for teaching us well, For teaching us how to punctuate and spell, To all of my classmates for being so smart, I know we are Mrs. Saracco’s favorites at heart. We may be obnoxious and loud, But our amazing writing skills makes our teacher proud, Shin with his smartness and tiny writing, And Will is the period fixing sarcasm king. Stephanie brings laughter to our room with sass, While hailey brings style, kindness, and class, Tierney can write a poem like no other, While Marisa is so funny and I love her minnetonka boots that are leather. Tony is always sitting there being "nice," while Jerry has an amazing laugh and adds some spice, Alicia always asks great questions on things, and Peter always answers them with a deeper meaning.

7: Andrew has really cool hair that changes every day, Alex always has something interesting to say, Conrad always is on time and organized, and when we grow tired, Matt keep us focused and energized. Kalee is so happy and full of kindness, and Natalie's writing skills never fail to impress, O, Elina is the nicest and most generous girl I know, and Elizabeth is great at imagery and never has grades that are low. Chris is cool and great to have in class, and a great opportunity Claire would never surpass, Katie is sweet and treats everyone fair, and Elisa is focused and always aware. Then we have Lindsay who brings light to my day, and last of all me, what can I say, for how do I describe myself when I am not sure, of what goes on in my classmates minds to me seems obscure. So I will not say anything, for fear of being wrong, I will jut keep writing, this ode that seems way to long. So, O period 8 this poem comes to an end, for I may get a bad grade if I continue to extend, but I will miss this class next year, when thinking of it ending i do shed a tear. So, O period 8 you are my favorite class, this was a great year, although quickly it did pass.

8: “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 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 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

9: 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. 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

10: Literary Analysis of "Birches" by Robert Frost | T: I think of trees becasue Birches are trees and I know of Birchbark trees. P: The poem is about reality (adulthood) verses imagination (childhood.) C: imagery: "Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystals." line 10 - I can imagine the sun melting off the soarkly snow: the seaker is trying to convey what he is experiencing, and get us into his mind to feel his experience.

11: simile: "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. " line 17-19 - The way the trees branches wave in the wind are like the girls hair waving. The shedding of the leaves also looks the same as the girls hair, so that is why Robert Frost compared the two.

12: simile: "And life is too much like a pathless wood" line 45 - He is comparing life to a pathless wood because life is unexpected and you do not know where it will take you. A forest without a path is the same thing, unexpecting and an adventure.

13: metaphor: "Its when I am weary of consideration, 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." lines 44- 48 - This metaphor is saying that life is hard sometimes, that bad things happen in life (adulthood.) Robert Frost is saying that hard times is the reality of adulthood and progressing through life.

14: metaphor: "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." line 60 - This a metaphor of childhood. Someone can do worse then be immature (not growing up.) A: Robert Frost is speaking as if longing to be free-spirited again (childhood.) Childhood is imagination, fun, and carefree.

15: S: Robert Frost shifts from imagnination (childhood) to reality (adulthood.) T: The theme of "Birches" is imagination verses reality. It shows the difference between childhood and adulthood. T: The title "Birches" is a symbol of free spirit and imagination.

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