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1: Poetry Terms.....pg.2 Birches by Robert Frost...pg.5 Poetry Analysis.....pg.7 My original Poem.....pg.17 | Table of Contents

2: Senryu Definition: A short Japanese poem with a structure of a Haiku, but it's about human beings instead of nature. Example: The Album By Anonymous Old photo album Memories of yesterday Picture of the past

3: Cinquain Definition: A five line poem with the first line being 1 word, second being 2 words, third being 3 words, and so on. Example: Snow is white and very cold pretty as soft lace making angels in the drifts By Anonymous

4: Caesura Definition: A natural pause or break in a line of poetry. Example: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. By Elizabeth Barret Browning How do I love thee? (Caesura) Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach,(Caesura) when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

5: Birches By Robert Frost 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. 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.

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. 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.

7: T: A story of the speaker's view of nature around him. P: Bracken: A tall fern Craze: An euthusiasm for a particular activity or oject that typically appears suddenly and achieves widespread but short-lived popularity. "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" The speaker sees birches bent by ice storms and imagines that the birches were bent becuase of boys hanging on them. "Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves" This shows ice forming after a rain.

8: "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." The thin layer of ice that was formed by rain is craking and melting. "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" Birches are bent but they don't straighten themselves. "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" The leaves are sweeping the ground like girls drying their hair in the sun.

9: "But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm" Speaker realizes that the birches were actually bent by ice storms. "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."

10: The speaker wishes that a bored boy from the countryside bent all the birches by hanging on them and climbing them to the top and then jumping on the branches for fun. "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" The speaker was once young and he wishes to go back to that time. He was lost and couldn't decide where to go with life so he is saying that life is like a phathless wood. "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." The speaker wants to be isolated from the world for a while and come back with a fresh start without broken twigs.

11: "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." The speaker is not saying he wants to die. He loves Earth. "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. " The speaker would like to climb up a birch tree just like the boys he had imagined and wishes it to set him down again.

12: C: "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." This is and imagery of the the ice on the trees and how they crack and melt. " You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen." This is a hyperbole because it is exagerating how beautiful view of the snow. "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" This is symbolism because the branches that are bowed may be symbolizing humans and how we do something wrong and grow wrong but never stop to fix ourselves.

13: "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." This is simile because it is comparing the image of girls drying their hair in the sun and leaves sweeping the ground. "But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm" "Truth" is being personified because it is name as "her" and it is capitalized. Maybe, birches represent a bridge to a solution of a problem in life and earth is problems and the children represent the speaker himself. So basically, by saying "I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand meI 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.", it means that the speker wants to get the solution to the problem and when there aren't any more solutions left, he will come back down to the world of problems and start over fresh.

14: Also, by saying "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", it is saying that the more experience in aproaching and solving problems you have, the easier it is going to get later on when you are trying to come up with a solution. By saying " He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon", it means that a problem shouldn't be dealt too rapidly or too quickly. "So was I once 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" The speaker is saying that he was once a young boy lost in life, and doesn't know what direction to go in life. Finally, I think that "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. " means that a person could do worse than ruining someone else's life or disrupt their way to getting to their solution.

15: A: He feels unfortunate about the bent birches and he prefers to imagine that they were bent by boys hanging on them. S: The shift starts at "So was I once myself a swinger of birches", because before this line, Frost was describing what he was ready to imagine if he hadn't realized that the ice storm bent the birches but after this line, he described he's desire to leave his problems for a while. T: I think the title, "Birches" means the key to life. T: The theme of this poem is the conflicts that young people face and how they overcome them by experience.

18: Unmet love He was a boy as young as he was he fell in love with a girl like a dove. He wasn't sure what was the cure for the heart so pure. Her heart as already once broken. Her heart has been stolen by a boy named Colen, and left without a word. He wasn't sure what was the cure for the heart so pure -Megan K

19: Ode to the wind Blowing away the junk in this filthy world. I can't say more to thank it more. Blowing away the leaves on the ground. Abandoned by it's tree waiting for the wind to blow them away and to erase their memories of pain. To blow away the betrayal of their home. -Megan k

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