FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Megan H.
1: TABLE OF CONTENTS | Poetry Terms........................................Pages 2-3 Narratie Poem........................................Page 4 Ode Poem..............................................Page 5 Poetry Analysis......................................Pages 6-9
2: Simile: A figure of speech in which two unlike things are compared using the words like or as. | Example: Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. | Poetry Terms | Epistrophe:Repetition of a word or expression at the end of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or verses especially for rhetorical or poetic effect. | Example: As Lincoln's “of the people, by the people, for the people”.
3: More Poetry Terms | Anapest A metrical foot of three syllables, two short (or unstressed) followed by one long (or stressed). Example: The spaceship blasted to the moon.
4: My Narrative Poem | River Rafing | I nervously placed my paddle in the water My heart was beating fast and my hands shaking I gazed ahead and saw the fast moving rapids The bumps look big and the water fast I swayed in my kayak side to side Debating my path through the rocks And I pushed myself forward The srtong current pushed me every which way But strongly stroking I avoided the rocks The cool blue water splashed against my face As I dipped and turned through the rapid At last I reached calmer waters And I turned to see the rapid I had just come through What looked like a huge monster at first Was now another accomplishment under my belt
5: Ode to Friendship | Friends are the ones that make you laugh Friends are the ones that have your back Friends make you feel happy when your sad Friends love you even when you do something bad Friends help you get through the day Friends are always there to play Friends are the ones you can talk to Friends are the ones you can trust through and through Friends, everyday they make me smile Friends, Laughing and giggling makes my day worthwhile Friends can help you whenever Friend are the ones you're close to forever
6: “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 5 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 10 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 15 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. 20 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
7: As he went out and in to fetch the cows— 25 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 30 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 35 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, 40 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 45 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
8: And then come back to it and begin over. 50 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, 55 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. 60 Poetry Analysis T: I think the titile indicates the poem will be about trees and nature. P: Robert Frost sees birch trees that are bent, he hopes they were bent by boys swinging on them but he knows its because of Ice-storms. Characters: Children C: "So was I once myself a swinger of birches." I believe this means that he was once a child where he could be free and happy. In this poem I think that Robert Frost intended childhood to represent being care free, which is symbolism. "To the top branches, climbing carefully
9: With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim." I think this means to be catious and careful so you make the right moves/decisions. From lines 49-52- the author is trying to say that he would like to take a break from adulthood because it is stressful and hard but he doesn't want to die. From lines 5-10 Robert Frost uses imagery to describe the ice storms and how they effect the birch trees, this is so the reader can clearly invision the bent birch trees. A: I believe the attitude of this poem is calm and peaceful. S: I think there is a shift at line 42, because previous to this line Robert Frost is basically describing the birches and what the ice storms can do to them. At this line and after, he gets more into his metaphorical meaning of the poem. So it is basically a shift of general and descriptive to more personal. T: The theme of this poem is that childhood is a time to have fun and be carefree. Adulthood can be unbearable and stressful at times and sometimes its nice to take a break from it all. T: In the end I thought the title represented birches as a stress reliever or escape.