FC: Jakey's Poetry Portfolio!
1: Table of Contents 2-3: Narrative 4: Ode 5: Poetry Terms 6-11: Ode to the West Wind 12-13:TPCASTT on Ode to the West Wind
2: Those Funky Shoes O Timmy, that Timmy Strutting his shoes Everyone wanted them Why? They were cool! Diamond-studded soles And jetpack toes Has a built in ipod To play music as it goes! All the kids in school Would pay millions to wear 'em But stubborn little Timmy Wasn't taking 'em OFF! Kids formed plots to try To rip them from his feet The special security features Glued to his soles, neat! But one fateful day A transfer student from the West Said for one dollar He'd get the shoes with his best
3: While sooty little Timmy Was readig a book The Westerner sacked him just like a crook He pried the shoes From his feet And threw the shoes And covered them With a sheet And Timmy cried And Timmy screamed He wanted the shoes back, it seemed Old Westy felt bad So to make Timmy glad He bought him a new pair of shoes And so did everyone else For 5 million dollars A shoe
4: ode Poem Ode to the Squiggly Thing in my Eye It's okay squiggly You don't have to run I just want to experience Your ever-radiant magnificence You come in the afternoon When the Sun is high To see you in the corner Of my single eye But as soon as I look Trying to interact With your delicate figure But alas! You leave before my time has come The more I try to see you The more you hide And as the light of day fades away You cower in the darkness No one can see you But me
5: Poetry Terms! Synecdoche: A form of metaphor in which a part of a body is used to describe the whole "The house was built by 40 hands" Caesura: A natural pause or break "Oh England- how I long for thee!" | Haiku A poem consisting of 3 lines, the first with 5 syllables, the second with seven, and the third with 5 "Haikus are easy But sometimes they don't make sense Refrigerator
6: An Ode to the West Wind By Percy Shelly
7: 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: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed 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! II
8: Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 20 Of some fierce Mnad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25 Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!
9: Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30 Lull'd by the coil of his crystlline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Bai's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers 35 So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!
10: If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share 45 The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed 50 Scarce seem'd a vision—I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 55 One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.
11: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, 60 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, 65 Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
12: TPCASTT on Ode to the West Wind Title: Maybe somebody loves a cerain kind of wind that only comes around once in a while. Paraphrase: He seems to be writing about how the West Wind affecs nature all around him, including oceans and leaves, and also how it affects him. When he says the last line, he is talking about how though the bad times are here, the good is around the corner. Connotations: There is a simile in line 16 and 17: "Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed, shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean". There is a Caesura in the first line, too: "O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autum's being". The rhyme scheme is A B A, and he's personifying in line 18 where he says "Angels of rain and lightning". In line 53, he gives a simile:"lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!" There's also symbolism, as the West Wind symbolizes God. Attitude: He's admiring the West Wind throughout the story, hoping it will stay, though he is sad in the end, as he thinks he might die soon. Shift: In stanza 5, he wants the wind to remember him before he dies, and take his soul and birth it like a tree in the spring.
13: Title: He's basically calling the West Wind, in all it's greatness, to carry him forth into another life. Theme: The theme shows itself in the last line of the poem. It shows that though you may die now, It won't be long before you come back as a new person, like leaes in the spring. It also shows though God/hope may seem absent in dark times, it will always come back.