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Madeline's Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Madeline's Poetry Portfolio | By Madeline Period 5

1: Poetry Terms....................................................2-5 Birches Poem.....................................................6-9 Poetry Analysis............................................10-11 My Origional Poems..................................12-13 | Table of Contents

2: Refrain: A line or group of lines that is repeated throughout a poem, usually after every stanza. Example: The air is dark, the night is sad, I lie sleepless and I groan. Nobody cares when a man goes mad: He is sorry, God is glad. Shadow changes into bone. Every shadow has a name; When I think of mine I moan, I hear rumors of such fame. Not for pride, but only shame, Shadow changes into bone. When I blush I weep for joy, And laughter drops from me like a stone: The aging laughter of the boy To see the ageless dead so coy. Shadow changes into bone. | Uknown by Allen Ginsberg | Pastoral:a poem that depicts rural life in a peaceful, idealized way for example of shepherds or country life. | 3 New Terms

3: Uknown by Allan Ginsburg | Pastoral: A poem that depicts rural life in a peaceful, idealized way for example of shepherds or country life. Example: Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

5: Lyric: A poem, such as a sonnet or an ode, that expresses the thoughts and feelings of the poet. Example: 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. Dying by Emily Dickinson

6: 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-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. | "Birches" by Robert Frost

7: 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, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

8: 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.

10: TPCASTT For "Birches" by Robert Frost | T- Just by looking at the title of the poem, I infer that it includes trees around wintertime and that it is cold. P- A man walks through the woods and sees all these broken tree branches and he hopes that boys broke them by playing on them. Yet, he knows that heavy ice broke them. He reminices when he was a boy, playing on the birches. He says he wants to climb away from Earth again, towards heaven. C- I think that birches, in the poem, represent life. And, the boy represents innocence, joy, and happiness. I think that the man narrating the poem is the boy all grown up. Ice represents bad times and unhappiness. Bent birches represents death. The last line, "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches" means that one can die worse by living a sad, depressing life, compared to dying knowing that you had a happy life (hence "swinger of birches"). Also, there are many similies and metaphors. One metaphor is, "Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away", basically it is saying there is so much snow to sweep away. Another simile appears when he says, "Like girls on hands and knees that throw...". He is comparing leaves hanging off branches to girls that throw their hair.

11: A- I think that the attitude this poem gives off is upset, disappointment, bitterness, and hope. S- After the 41st line, "So I once myself was a swinger of birches" is when the poem attitude shifts. That changes the rest of the poem because now, the reader gets personal and starts talking about how he dreams that he is going to go back to being swing around on the birches again. He sounds a little iritated and hopeful. T- I think the title now means life. T- I believe that the poem is all about life, and how we wish that we die by being innocent and joyful and happy, but that rarely happens. Usually, we die by dark, unhappy times, that create a cloud over us and force us to die. I think that the man narrating the poem wants to hope that people live and die with happiness, but is sad that it is the opposite.

12: Ode to Spring And the flowers it brings The stream ripples The wind on my face tickles The trees sigh As I pass by Happiness is in the air As I pick up flowers with great care My love for sring hasn't died, It is now just revived. | Ode to Spring

13: It was a long quest, A trecherous one. Filled with long battles of the summer heat. We ran towards it for what seemed like miles. Minutes after minutes passed, We were still empty-handed. Finally, we found the ice cream truck. | A Very Long Summer Day

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