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FC: My poetry portfolio Shriya P. p2

1: Table of contents... 3 more literary term...............................pg.2-3 Birches poem........................................pg.4-7 poetry analyis.........................................pg.8-10 Ode to summer......................................................pg.12 I wrote this poem today........................pg.13

2: Three more literary terms Epic A long, serious poem that tells the story of a heroic figure.One of the most famous epic poems is the Odyssey by Homer, which tells about the the adventures of Odysseus on his voyage home after the Trojan war. Motif: A recurrent thematic element in an artistic or literary work. *A dominant theme or central idea. For Halloween a motif would be pumpkins. Trochee An accented syllable followed by an unaccented one, as in FOOT-ball.

4: “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

5: 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— 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.

6: 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 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

8: Poetry analyis T -I think that birches (trees) means some sort of peace. I think this because trees are very relaxing and peaceful. P -The man hopes that the birch trees were bent because little boys were swinging on them. The man saw trees bent over by ice storms. Robert frost then talks about the stages the birches have to go through in order to become bent and damaged. The main idea of this story is that he is portraying the images of a child growing to adulthood through the symbolism of aging birch trees. C- imagery "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".

9: Personification:"But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter -of- fact about ice-storm". Symbolism:"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". Rythm:"They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed". A: The author's tone was very bliss and he wanted people to remember their memories and cherish them. He was very warm and positive toward this poem. S: He suddenly becomes more regretful saying how he was wrong and that the trees were bent by ice-storms not children playing on them. Also, in the begining they are talking about winter and toward the middle thay are talking about summer.

10: T: Robert Frost titled Birches because it is about life. Birches represent aging of humans. T:The on going theme in Birches is that you should cherish your childhood memories. Robert Frost is using birch trees to potray the moral of his poem.

12: Ode to summer Summer so exciting and crazy swimming pools and beachs filled with friendly citizens trying to enjoy themselves Girls in there coverups and boys with their swim trunks playing in the silky white sand Bright green leaves with a whisk breeeze the sky baby blue with one fluffy cloud. The waves giving out a shout right before they break Popsicles sweet and sour icecream relaxing and creamy hotdogs roasting on the grill frenchfries bathing greasy oil the smell of burnt ashes fill the air as night came the sky turned dark and then their was silence for all the citizens were in thier comfy beds with thier fans on high. All that filled the sky were sparkling yellow stars

13: I wrote this poem today! Today I wrote this poem I dont think it's any good but I am sure it doesn't follow any of the things my teacher says it should My feeling aren't spilled it has no emotions I am pretty sure it doesn't have a metaphor or a simile which makes my techer think that i am plain silly I'm sorry if my poem is cheesy and ryhmes you see I didn't take my time There is nothing that is personal It doesn't have a plot I'm pretty sure that ryming is the only thing i got I gave it to my teacher and yes she made a fuss but she handed me it back with a huge A+

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