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1: Table of Contents | Orignal Poems p2-3 TPCASTT Analaysis p4-8 Poetry Terms p9-11

2: Oringal Poem Ode Ode to the Tree of Life O` The tree of life Extend your branches out to us To climb on , to swing on, and to look upon You come in an array of woods Maple, Birch, Mechony, and Cidar The wood from your body provides paper From which we place a pencil atop to and write Words that inspire and encourage each other Our whole lives your protecting us from the world Under your big dome of oddly shaped leaves and branches We come to you when were sad, mad and happy Some how you`re always there to help us face problems That we can not face alone You`re branches are connected in such a way We look at our lives and relize that were connected With family and friends In the summer you`re leaves change showing us that Peoples personalites change over time The tree

3: Oringal Poem Narritive Fallen As I descend down the rock Im scared to even talk For their atop the on the ledge Everyone`s faces look like a big hedge As I get deeper and deeper down the cliff My mind starts to sink into a fate that is unknown Like it is being taken over by another kind of human The lightness of the air sinks into my mind Like a fether floating to the ground I lower my foot down to the nearby ledge and.. Slip I had fallen I scream, I scream as loud as the ocean, moon, and sun I scream so everything can hear my low deep voice Calling upon them like god People from above stare at me like Im crazy But with grace, the ropes caught me in split second I was saved

4: When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines 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-coloured 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 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. | Birches By Robert Frost

5: 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 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 willfully 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.

6: TPCASTT Anaylasis For Birches Title: Birches is about a birch tree sees life through a different perspective. Paraphrase: First, Frost says that he would like to think of a boy swinging on the branches, then the icestorm hits. Next the sun comes and melts the ice. After that the boys sarts swinging one his fathers trees one by oneand finally is away from earht and comes back down.The timespan is winter, to summer, and then to fall. In the poems the characters are the boy, the girls, and the father. This setting takes place in a brunch of bircch trees and the surroundings near that cluster of trees.

7: Connotations: In birches Robert Frost uses similes to compare and contrast to what he is seeing in the Birch tree to real life things. He says "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair". The repitetion of the words swinging, birches, and tree are repeated threw out the poem. He has personfiction makes the story feel real like when he says "As the breeze rises, and turn many-colured". Frost also intails using imagery to descibe the lines 6-10 which are descibing how a winter morning develops with it being lodaded with ice on the tree to the ice eventally falling of the tree. As a series of events appear before the ice melts and fall of the tree. The last line is like the last repition of the words birches and swinger. The last line is "One could do worse than be a swinger of the birches". This is basically saying saying that we have many ways of adressing life and the ones who chose to tilt it end up the"Swinger of the birches". Attitude: The feeling of this poems from the authors perpestive is like the feelings and emotions that go along with growing up. Which is very happy and challenging to deal with when are lives are surround by so many things at once.

8: Shifts: The shifts come in the middle when the sun comes out and melts the icestorm. Then there is one at the very end when the poem states "I`d like to get away from the earth for awhile" which is saying literaly how the tree was swinging up and down at a slow rate. Title: After reading the poem you get a better understanding of the word Birches. I found that it mainly is having a meaning of how life has its ups and down such as the motion of swinging on a birch branch. Theme: The theme is a child going into adulthood and having new experinces that are different from others he has had before.

9: Poetry terms Enjambment: A run-on line of poetry in which logical and grammatical sense carries over from one line to the next. Ex: That`s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now...

10: Quatrain A quatrain is a poem or stanza of four lines. Ex. Tyger! Tyger buring bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

11: Sestet A six line unit of a verse constituting a section of a poem Ex Design By Robert Frost I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth -- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small.

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