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S: Megan's Poetry Portfolio

FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Megan L. Period 7

1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms..................................2-4 Poetry Analysis- "Birches"...........5-15 Narrative Poem- "Adventure"....17-18 Ode Poem- "Ode to a Toad"..........19

2: Poetry Terms | Haiku- A Japanese poem composed of 3 unrhymed lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Haiku reflects on some aspect of nature. Ex. An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again. -Basho Matsuo

3: Cinquain- A cinquain has five lines. Line 1: 1 word (Title) Line 2: 2 words (describes title) Line 3: 3 words (tell action) Line 4: 4 words (express feeling) Line 5: 1 word (recalls title) Ex. Tree Sturdy, Tall Climbing, swinging, playing Fun among the branches Maple -Brenda B. Covert

4: Poetry Terms continued... | Trochee- An accented syllable followed by an unaccented one. Ex. FOOT-ball

5: Poetry Analysis "Birches" by Robert frost

6: 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-coloured 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

7: 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, 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,

8: 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

9: 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. | (Analysis on next page...)

10: My view on this poem...

11: T- I thought that the title could mean trees or some sort of forest/nature. It also could be metaphorical and mean a group of people. P- The speaker of this poem is talking about seeing trees and imagining them having being bent by children and wishing that he could be a child again, too. C- At the beginning the speaker uses imagery of the trees and tells the reader very descriptively what they look like. He tries to describe to the reader what the children are like and what the trees are like and how they relate. There are also some minor poetry techniques that Frost uses. In line 11 he gives the crystal shells human characteristics. They come "shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust" and “you’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen”. These create an image in the reader’s mind.

12: Frost also uses metaphors. In lines 18-20 it says "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 creates a picture in the reader's mind, adding to the imagery produced in lines 1-20. Frost also relates swinging down from a tree to filling a cup to the brim. In lines 36-39, this is what he says, “He always kept his poise to the top branches, climbing carefully with the same pains you use to fill a cup to the brim, and even above the brim.” This just illustrates how careful the child is of not hurting the tree. Another poetry technique that Frost uses is similes. In line 45 he says, “And life is too much like a pathless wood.” This shows how he feels of life and how it affects him. This must mean that in life the forest is the challenge and you have to create your own path through it.

13: The last line, "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches," reflects on how even if the children hurt the trees while they are playing, it will still be fine because it was out of good will. The trees will grow back, as the children did not purposely hurt the trees. I think that this poem is about being a child and being care-free and happy. Climbing trees is just such a childhood thing to do and adults never go around climbing trees, which would appear weird. I think that to be a "swinger of birches" means that you are a care-free child with no worries and just like playing around. The speaker has tried to tell us that kids need to bend the trees because kids are doing it out of good will whereas an ice storm will hurt the tree for life and has bad intentions. Everyone climbs a tree at least once in his or her life, and a child can't possible hurt the tree forever. Being a "swinger of birches" basically means being a child. The speaker was once a "swinger of birches", and he wishes that he could escape back to the supposedly great and care-free time of being a child, as described in the poem.

14: A- The speaker thinks that being a child or "swinger of birches" is a pure and wonderful thing and wishes that he could escape to it once again. He describes the children as care-free and playful beings climbing these trees. S- During lines 47-50 the speaker talks about how the children hurt the trees and how he (the speaker) would like to escape for a little while. This shows another perspective of the freedom of the children. This puts the reader in a place that allows them to ponder this aspect of childhood, how freedom can be somehow bad. Then the speaker goes back to how being a child is great and wonderful and he wishes he could escape back to it. T- Childhood is a wonderful, care-free thing, and even though sometimes it causes damage, it will heal and you could do worse than be a care-free, playful child.

15: T- After analyzing this poem, I think that it was titled "Birches" because that is the name of the trees in which the speaker relates climbing trees and childhood.

16: Original Poems

17: Adventure (Narrative) I went into the forest, to see the howling monkeys, but instead I met the poorest, dirtiest man alive. He promised me some magic beans, in change for my golden watch, so I traded and that wasn’t too keen, because it turns out they weren’t so magical after all. So then I met a boa constrictor, who pulled me into his cave, he told me that his name was Victor, and it was I he craved. (flip)

18: So I sprinted out of his gloomy cavern, scared beyond compare, I came across a brilliant tavern… full of monsters, a despair. Yet before they could get to me, I jumped into the forest. As I went I dropped my key, not that I would need it, I didn’t think that I would last. Then I stepped back into the brush, I couldn’t find my comb, I looked like a mess, my hair and my dress, Oh my goodness, is that my home? Where’s my key???

19: Ode to a Toad (Ode) | This is an ode to a toad As he hops down the road His bounces make us goad For he is so amazing This is an ode to a toad All of his bumps are quite a load They make me go into jealousy mode Because his color is to die for This is an ode to a toad.

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