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My Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portffolio By Billy Frank

1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms.................... 2 Birches...............................3 Poetry Anlysis....................4 Narrative Poem.................8 Ode Poem.........................9

2: Poetry Terms Irony: Implied discrepancy between what is said and what is meant. Ex: The sun made it colder. | Mood: Is the emotional attitude the author takes toward the subject. Ex: The man sighed while he was in his office watched the cildren play happily outside on the playgound. | Aphorism: is a brief saying embodying a moral. Ex: Hippocrates: Life is short, art is long, opportunity fleeting Pope: Some people praise at morning what they blame at night.

3: 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. 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 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. | "Birches" By Robert Frost

4: TPCASTT T-I think that this poem, "Birches" by Robert Frost is about the trees' birches and how the bend P-Boys and girls swinging on birches and bending them.

5: C- Birches: A slender, fast growing tree that has thin bark, it usually peels. Subdued:Quiet and rather reflevtive or depressed. There is no rhyme in this poem. The mood of this poem is more depressing, this man seems to be sad of his life that is why he depressed. In this poem, the children swinging on the birches show innocence and the birches shows how time is going by. The author is telling us that children are innocence and the birches bending is the passing of time. At the last line in the poem, the author is telling us to loosen up and be a kid sometimes. | Robert Frost has Imagery and Similies; Line 19 shows a similie, like girls on hand and knees that throw their hair, means that that the are old. There is also imagery, on line 17 it says, you may see their trunks arching in the woods.

6: A- The author's attitude is depressed and sad, he is talking about how he is going to start his life over more happy and try to fall in love. | S- The switch in this poem is when the man finds out that he can start his life over and fall in love once more. T- The Title really means that when birches bend and peel, time goes by, and the children swinging on the birches shows the innocence.

7: T- The theme would be aging and childhood.

8: Narritive Poem "Road Trip" By Billy Frank The engine is running Our cloths are packed The road is waithing We jump in the car. We look at the house We say goodbye We look at the road And we start to go We get on the highway We look ahead The worst thing of all The traffic! The traffic There's honking and yelling There's unpatience and stressing And there's going and stopping We get out of the city And into the state We look at the cornfields We just can't wait The day is long My eyes are heavy I close my eyes And start to sleep | The next thing I know My sisters are yelling "We are here!" I open my eys And yes, we are here.

9: Ode Poem "Air" By Billy Frank Oh Air, how you fly in the wind How you float like the starts Oh wind how you touch the leaves How you wistle throught the trees Oh air how you kiss my cheek How you give me the chills Oh air, how you give me life.

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