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Jack's Poetry Portfolio

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S: Jack's Poetry Portfoilio

FC: Jack's Poetry Portfolio By Jack A. Period 5

1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms......... Pgs. 2-4

2: Simile: A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike things using like, as, or as though. An example: "My love is like a red, red rose."

3: Metaphor: a figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance. An example: “A mighty fortress is our God.”

4: Imagery: The pattern of related comparative aspects of language, particularly of images, in a literary work. An Example (excerpt): The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.

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 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 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 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.

6: 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— 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 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 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,

7: 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 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. 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, 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.

8: TPCASTT Analysis | T: By looking at the title before I started reading, I thought the poem was about wildlife, trees, and nature. | P: The speaker is saying the tree is time and progress while the children represent the bright future and childhood innocence. The speaker is also saying that the ice storm is representing the idea of corruption.

9: C= The tree is time so it is not stopped (broken) but can be altered (bowed). The speaker talks about when you are at tough times or you are lost when he says, "And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs." Frost talks about how he wants to escape adulthood and get back to childhood where there are no responsibilities nor worries. The speaker uses alliteration when he says, "climbing carefully." "Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning," is an excellent example of imagery. The last line of the poem is promoting the uncomplicated nature of childhood, 'One could do worse than be a swinger of branches.'

10: S= The story shifts from the children which are the future to Frost which is the past and how he wants to begin again. Theme= The tree is time and progress and the speaker wants the children (the future) to bend it instead the icestorm (the idea of corruption.) Frost also wants to begin a new and go back to when his problems, pressures, and responsibilities were non existence. Title= The title now makes me think of time and progress and childhood innocence.

11: Ode to an American Game | Ode to an American Game Where some earn riches and fame Played on a diamond of grass and dirt Some play forever, while others get hurt Ode to baseball The game with joy for all Played with bats, balls, and a glove For some its just a game- for others, it's love Ode to a nation's pastime To a coach giving a sign Never was a better game played In which a players reputation was made

12: Fallen Eagle | The hungary lone eagle soars majestically over it's home, a stand of tall green pine trees. But out of the corner of it's eye, it catches a glimpse of peculiar beings in hard orange hats, operating massive mechanical machines. With a growling stomach, it flies outside its territory for the day's meal. Soon it comes upon an open meadow, where it spies a field mouse that is scurrying without a care. "Easy prey," the eagle thinks as it circles and prepares for its decent. Swooping down with its talons ready, it scoops up its prey, anticipating the feast it will have back home. As it soars through the air toward home, the familiar grinding and sawing sounds grow louder.

13: Fallen Eagle (continued) | Coming back to where its territory once was, the eagle sees only trees collapsing with brute force. Devasted, it descends to ground level, where a neon orange sign reads, "CONSTRUCTION ZONE." The mighty eagle's hunger disappears quickly as it realizes its home is lost forever.

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