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Ilana's Poetry Portfolio

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1: 3 New Poetry Terms . . . . . . . . page 2 Poetry Analysis . . . . . . . . . page 4 Original Poems . . . . . . . .page 11 | Table of Contents

2: 3 New Poetry Terms 1. Alexandrine: A line of poetry that is twelve syllables. Example: "A needless alexandrine ends the song that like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along." From the Pope’s “Essay on Criticism” | 2. Antithesis: A figure of speech where phrases and words that have opposite meanings are balanced against each other. Example: "To err is human, to forgive, divine." (Alexander Pope)

3: 3. Idyll, or Idyl: Either a short poem depicting a peaceful, idealized country scene, or a long poem that tells a story about heroes of an age that has passed. | The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.

4: Poetry Analysis Of "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 (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—

5: 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 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

6: TPCASTT ANALYSIS | T: From reading the title, I think that this poem is about trees. Also, I think that it may be about the passage of time. P: The speaker is looking at and observing trees that have been permanently bent by ice. The speaker knows that it was the ice that bent the trees but he hopes that it was really a young boy who had to make up his own play that bent them by swinging from them. Then, the speaker goes on to talk, somewhat longingly, about the days when he was " a swinger of birches". C: The poem has a large amount of imagery. When the bent birches are described, it says the trees surrounding them are "Straighter darker trees". Here the speaker is using words that appeal to our sense of sight. Another place he appeals to our sense of sight is when he is describing the ice cracking off the trees. "As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the suns warmth makes them shed crystal shells, Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust." The use of vivid adjectives that describe the

7: appearance of the object being described. This poem also uses anaphora. "As the breeze rises, and turn many colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel". The "inner dome of heaven" that falls is an allusion to the sky. It is trying to say that the ice that falls off the tree looks like shards of the sky that have fallen down. There is an example of simile in this poem: "Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair" Here, he is comparing the limpness of the leaves and branches on the birches to the hair of kneeling girls. This simile shows how helpless the trees look. The poem utilizes apostrophe: "(Now am I free to be poetical?)" The speaker is asking a rhetorical question. He is sort of making a joke about the fact that he had just said something very poetic and is acknowledging how silly it sounds. The figurative language he uses is classically poetical.

8: The poem uses personification: "Truth broke in with all her matter-of-fact about the ice storm". When "Truth broke in with all her matter-of-fact about the ice storm", the speaker shows his negativity towards the truth on the matter of the bent burches and also shows that he belived that it was a young boy that had bent the trees, until someone, who is "truth", ruined his happiness about the young boy and told him true facts about the way birches are bent in ice storms. The poem applies repition: And not on but hung limp, not one was left" The whole second part of the poem is an extended metaphor for the longing of the ability to return to the inocence of childhood. He says "so was I once a swinger of birches" at the beggining of this part. It is about the speaker growing up and hoping that he will die doing simple things such as playing the games of a child. Also, he would like to leave his hectic life, "life is too much like a pathless wood", and go somewhere peaceful "I'd like to get away earth awhile" The speakers shows his need to go back to his childhood days when he says "And then come back to it and begin over" And when he says "One could do worse that be a swinger of birches."

9: Though he wants to leave Earth for a while, the speaker emphasizes that to be away from Earth for long would be a mistake: "May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return." So, with this, he shows that he would like to die on Earth and would like to come back to Earth because "Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better". He also says that he wants to die with the innocence of childhood when he states "I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree". A: The speaker feels sad and hopeful. Overall, he has a calm feeling and the speaker speaks in much remembrance. S: The shift happens when the first part ends and the second part begins. The speaker goes from being very desctiptive of how he hopes the birches were bent and how they are actually bent, to being reflective and reminiscent. T: Theme of the poem is changing from a child to an adult and how adults long to go back to their childhood days and wishing their lives had the simplicity of that of an adolescent. T: I now know that it is representing the simplicity and the joy of childhood. The end of childhood and the longing for childhood once reaching adulthood.

10: D-Day In the vehicles, Exitement, Apprehension, A single sob, Cannons fire, Enormous eruptions of water explode around me. Landing site, Bullets zip by, They are small bees, Choosing to sting some men, Disregarding others. The battle is tough, I see my brothers wounded, Some never to see another day, Limbs blown off, Blood spurting, Terrible images are burned into the back of my skull. Slowly, we creep across the beach, Painfully, we inch forward, Screams and cries, Pleas, I continue to battle onward.

11: The Monstrous cliff looms above me, We begin to climb, Trying, uselessly, to shoot at our attackers, As bullets shower down like rain, I muscle forward. I reach the top, Immediately pull out my rifle, Shoot at anything that moves, I have survived, My comrades and I rush our opponents, We flush them out like hounds intent on their prey, Hitler's men are caught, The prize is won, There is no more distruction.

12: Ode to My Tennis Ball Ode to my tennis ball, How yellowish-green, A friend I am greeting, Whenever we meet. Ode to my tennis ball, How I love thee, For what reason did you Have to get stuck in a tree. Now, never shall I again, feel your bright, fuzzy shag, or witness your great bounds. No more do you bounce, No more are you free, Those great limbs, your captors, Why did you have To get stuck in a tree? No more is your sweet rubber smell, Nor the jaw dropping height, Of your leap. | Your playful richocets, You would rocket off walls, You gentle touch, Your easy control, Never again will I find a tennis ball like you. All of those memories, The barking of our playful persuers, All laughing with glee, Even getting sandy at beaches, Why, oh why, Did you have to get stuck in a tree?

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