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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By Hayley P7

1: Table Of Contents | Table of Contents........1 Poetry Terms...........2-3 Birches (By R. Frost)..4-5 Poetry Analysis.........6-7 Ode: Like a Flower.......8 Narrative: Untitled.......9

2: Poetry Terms | Refrain A phrase, line, or group of lines that is repeated throughout a poem, usually after every stanza.e meaning of another word similar in sound. EX: The dog barks woof the dog runs woof the dog eats woof

3: haiku an unrhymed Japanese poem recording the essence of a moment keenly perceived, in which nature is linked to human nature.These poems are usually written in three lines of five, seven, and five syllables EX: from all directions winds bring petals of cherry into the bird lake —By Basho | Quatrain A stanza or poem of four lines. EX: The puppy sings As the chime rings The moon is bright as it becomes the light

4: Birches By 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

5: 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 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.

6: Poetry Analysis of Birches By Hayley | "T: The title I think means trees, maybe as a block when on a journey. It could also mean that it is a good thing, because trees are good thing and give us air, which we need to survive. Maybe, the tree is a symbol of someone or something they cherish, and "need" to survive. P: Man is walking through wood and looking at birches and examining how they were and are bent. He compares how they look, and how he thought they got that way. C: The author seems to be wanting for more, or wanting something that is not there anymore. He longs for his childhood, and realizes that he cannot climb trees anymore. This poem uses a lot of imagery, such as "loaded with ice a sunny winter morning." This makes you imagine the trees and how they look very well. This could mean that the trees are very important and memorable. Also, "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair " is another example of imagery, which shows how the trees look. The trees look like girls who are hunched over to dry their hair, which shows an amazing picture in your head. Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. Another example is "They click upon themselves." This lets you hear the trees how they were and since they click, they may not be loud or scary, maybe calm and kind. Childhood can be calm and quiet, and youth tend to be after something scary or frightening, as a rainstorm has occurred, just like in the poem.

7: C (continued):Another example is "And life is too much like a pathless wood." This is a simile that is used to describe how life can seem meaningless when an adult. But, when you are a child, it doesn't matter. The last example I liked is the last sentence, "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches. " I think this is an example of symbolism. This I understand as meaning that childhood is a great time, and there aren't any other times that are as good or better, so you should hold the memories close. A: The speaker is nostalgic for childhood, misses the birches. He realizes that he is not a child anymore and is upset about it. S: At the beginning, the first couple lines are happy, but then it changes to scary and upset. There is a storm and it hurts the birches, which is obviously something the author holds close to his heart. T: I think that the title means youth. It is something that he had and that he misses. Birch is a type of tree that can be very specific or very broad, because it isn't just specie; it is any tree in the genus Betula. This shows that Birches are different, and undergo many changes. The author obviously went through some kind of change because he has this realization of what changed the birches, which shows that he learned something new. T: I think the theme is youth. It is nostalgic of the good times the author had when he was a youth. The theme is that you take the times for granted that you look back and wish you hadn't. It is like a quote "Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize that they were the big things," by anonymous. They both say that you shouldn't take for granted the good times you have because you may not have them later. All in all, you should cherish what you have because you will always want more and should just be happy.

8: Ode Like A Flower By Hayley With Petals as soft as blankets and stems as green as a lime the way the dew glistens in the early morning shine as the sun reaches higher, you grow stronger, and fall as the moon rises The oh-so many colors that span a color wide the way the scent travels on and on and on past my nose, to my heart. Where it is warmed.

9: Cold Place BY Hayley I’m burned, and feel this force pulling me up. I end up in this place, where it is cold. We are all trapped together and float around in the little area we have. Soon the area becomes smaller and smaller. People are loud and disruptive. Until, POOF! It’s gone. We’re gone. We are falling. Hard. I feel the wind wisp at me and the cold air push me around. I smile at the feeling I love. It is not a new one, but one close to the heart. I land on a surface, unknown of course, but am greeted by “friends” from the cold place. I land on them, they aren’t happy. We are again trapped, clustered together. We form a thick mound no one dares to touch. The sun beats at us, and again the same force burns us and brings us back to the cold place. Well, that’s the life of a snowflake.

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