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FC: Jojo's Poetry Portfolio.
1: Table of Contents: | Table of Contents: | Poerty Terms__________________pg 2 and 3 Birches Poem______________pg 4,5, and 6 Birches Analysis________________pg 7 and 8 Original Poems______________pg 9 and 10 Pictures_______________________pg 11 Back Cover________________________pg 12
2: My Poetry Terms: | Couplet- A couplet has rhyming stanzas each made up of two lines. Shakespearean sonnets usually end in a couplet. Example- The cooling western breeze, Whispers through the trees. | Couplet- A couplet has rhyming stanzas each made up of two lines. Shakespearean sonnets usually end in a couplet. Example- The cooling western breeze, Whispers through the trees. | Lyric- A poem, such as a sonnet or an ode that expresses the thoughts and feelings of the poet. The term lyric is now generally referred to as the words to a song. Example- Author- Emily Dickinson Dying I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
3: Verse- A single metrical line of poetry, or poetry in general (as opposed to prose). Example- Author- William Wordsworth Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
4: Narrative Poem: | "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. But I was going to say when Truth broke in
5: 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— 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, 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
6: "Birches" continued: | 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.
7: Birches Analysis: T- A birch is a type of tree, and somthing to do with nature. P- This poem is about a person who sees birch trees bent and he wishes that the trees were bent by kids playing and not ice-storms, and he wishes that he could be a swinger of birches. C- Robert Frost uses imagery when he says, "The sun's warmth sheds crystal sheds" because you can really picture what he is tryingto say. He uses symbolism when he says that he wishes he could go back to be a swinger of birches. This is symbolism because birches, in this sense, I think, represents childhood. A simile is where Frost says "And life is too much like a pathless wood" because he is comparing life to a wood. He uses personification when he writes "But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm". This is personification because he is making Truth seem to be a real person.
8: TPCASTT continued... | C- (continued...)- Maybe the last line "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." means in your childhood your innosent, because I think in this poem, the swingers of birches are children. A- The speaker is accepting life in a calm way. S- The shift is in line 41 and 42, because the author goes from saying what he wishes he can do again, back to reality. T- Looking back at the title Birches, I think it means a journey through life and nature. T- In this poem, Frost is talking about trees and childhood, wishing that he can go back and be a swinger of birches.
9: My dream has always been a singer, And tonight I am fulfilling apart of my Dream. The lights are up, The fans are wild, As my dancers, back-up singers and I begin, I hear my voice magnified over loudspeaker. As the words of my song are being wrenched From my lips, And my hair is flying, I realize that my dancers are a bit off. But that won’t dampen my spirits. No, Not tonight, Nothing will upset me tonight, Because tonight: this is my night, My show, And, My stage. | The Stage - Jojo Cottle Narrative
10: Books, Oh there are many different Types of books. Books with stories, That take you by the hand, And lead you through its Pages of adventure. Books that teach you math, Science and geography, Books that give you reading Tips, And teach you how to write, Books that teach you different Languages. Books, Oh thank you books, For holding my hand, Through the journey of life. | An Ode to Books - Jojo Cottle