BC: Ode Poem: | Ode to Bon Gree Gree and Mar Mar Bon Gree Gree and Mar Mar So happy and gay Bon Gree Gree is great And Mar Mar, you’ll never hate They are funny and nice And have a perfect pinch of spice Best of friends Never apart until the end Mar Mar rides horses Bon Gree Gree makes clothes They are so inspiring That’s why I made this ode.
FC: My Poetry Book By Stephanie S
1: Table Of Contents | Poetry Terms - 2, 3, 4 Birches Poem - 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 TPCASTT Birches Analasys - 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 Narrative Poem - 17 Ode Poem - Back Cover
2: Poetry Terms | Quatrain Poem: Quatrain A stanza or poem of four lines. Example: Cold, damp, chilly, freezing Hazy, sunny, warmish, hot That is Canada I'm sure that is (by Nabil)
3: Poetry Terms | Apostrophe: The figure of speech in which someone absent or dead or something non-human is addressed as if it were alive and present and were able to reply. Example: “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are?”
4: Poetry Terms | Rhyme: The correspondence of terminal sounds of words or of lines of verses or a word that corresponds with another terminal sound. Example: Two cute kittens, wearing furry mittens.
5: Poetry Analysis Poem: Birches By 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 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
6: 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 | Birches Cont.
7: 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 | Birches Cont.
8: 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 wilfully misunderstand me | Birches Cont.
9: 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. | Birches Cont.
10: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | T: Birch trees
11: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | P: The writer talks about adulthood (reality) and childhood (imagination). He compares the two, saying that childhood (imagination) is better. He talks about how imagination, being free, and being immature is not a bad thing, and that he would re-live his childhood if he could.
12: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | 1. Imagery - Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells. In this way, the author is trying to have the reader envision the sun melting the ice of trees. 2. Simile - 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. The author is explaining how the way the trees branches blow is like girl hair blowing around. | C:
13: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | 3. Simile - And life is too much like a pathless wood. The author is saying that life is unexpected and you don’t know where it will take you. | 4. Metaphor - One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. This is a metaphor of childhood. The author is explaining that someone can do worse than not grow up or be immature,
14: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | 5. Metaphor - 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. The author is saying that life can be hard sometimes, that’s the reality of adulthood.
15: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | A: The author is speaking as if longingly to be free-spirited again and in his childhood again. S: The author shifts from childhood (imagination) to adulthood (reality)
16: TPCASTT Poetry Analasys of Birches | T: Childhood vs. Adulthood T: The birches are a symbol of free spirit.
17: Narrative Poem: | The hot sand Burns my toes As I step on to the beach My toes sink in Every step I take The colorful sailboats Calmly float by As the waves crash on to the shore I set my c hair down And sit peacefully As the hot sand Burns my toes