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FC: Matt's Poetry Portfolio | Matthew Piekos

1: Table of Contents: | Poetry Terms............................... | "Birches" .......................................5-7 | "Birches" TPCASTT.........................8-10 | Ode Poem............................................11 Narrative Poem................................12 | 1 | 2-4

2: My Poetry Terms: | Haiku: | A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature. | Note: Author and title of poem are not included. | As the wind does blow Across the trees, I see the Buds blooming in May I walk across sand And find myself blistering In the hot, hot heat Falling to the ground, I watch a leaf settle down In a bed of brown. It's cold—and I wait For someone to shelter me And take me from here. I hear crackling Crunch, of today's new found day And know it won’t last So I will leave it At bay; and hope for the best This bitter new day.

3: Pastoral: A poem that depicts rural life in a peaceful, idealized way. | The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe 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 | ____________________________

4: Spondee: A metrical foot of two syllables, both of which are long (or stressed). | ______________________________ | Lepanto by G. K. Chesterton White founts falling in the courts of the sun And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run

5: 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 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. | Robert Frost Birches

6: 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. | "Birches" Robert Frost

7: 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: Title: To me,"Birches" is telling that trees represent eternity. Paraphrase: Frost is telling us that he hopes that the ice storm doesn't break down the birch tree he used to climb on. Frost hopes that the old tree's limbs are being bent from the children climbing on it. Connotation: The tree represents time and the boys climbing on the tree represent childhood. The icestorm represents corruption. Throughout the poem, Frost uses imagery in many inaminate objects. | "Birches" TPCASTT

9: Frost is very descriptive when he is describing the innocence of the children and the ice storm. "One can do worse than a swinger of birches," is the last line of the poem. I believe it means man-kind would be better if childhood was not ruined by forces that one did not cause. In "Birches", the uncaused force is the ice storm. "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." Frost is saying that childhood (birch tree), is becoming old and destroyed. There are cobwebs growing, and branches are being lashed open. This phrase strongly represents curroption in childhood, and the lashes are it's marks. | "Birches" TPCASTT (cont.)

10: Attitude: Frost is regretful of not being what he could be when he was a child, and misses childhood. Shift: There is a shift near the end. He finishes describing what the tree is like, and starts describing what has happened to the trees since he was a swinger. Theme: The theme of the times change since he has been a child corruption has set into a new generation. Title: The title "Birches" means that birch trees represent time and there are many things happining to it, that changed it. | "Birches" TPCASTT (cont.)

11: Narrative Snowflakes Matthew Piekos Out of the darkness of the sky he comes Curious of why nature has sent him The wind lays its eternal breeze upon him, Blowing him across the dark morning sky. The wind continues to send him through the air, Fierce and aggressive it becomes, But he is not afraid Only to send him in another direction. Only curiosity catches his mind Unfamiliar it is, Closer it comes to his new unfamiliar destiny Along that path, others fall with fear, But not him Life is giving him an opportunity He falls towards the cold sheet with the others, Only he senses no fear Only hope And there, the snowflake lands completing his journey And after conquering the wind, he moves on.

12: Ode Ode to Time Matthew Piekos Time is the keeper of all eternity, Bringing all of it's happiness and journeys, Although time comes by very fast, time will always joyfully last. When I wake up in the morning and it's always there, Telling me when I should brush my teeth, and when to comb my hair. Time has many different affairs, Many times giving quite a big scare. So I must thank time for everything, from the saddest of the sad, to the most joyful moments of the glad.

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