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FC: Poetry Portfolio By Philip

1: Table of Content | Poetry Terms..............................Pg. 2-4 Poetry Analysis............................Pg. 5-13 Ode Poem..................................Pg. 14-15 "Trees" Narrative Poem..................Pg. 16-17

2: Poetry Terms | Epic A long and serious poem that tells the story of heroic deeds and significant events to a culture or nation Ex. The Odyssey ( The story of Odysseus before and after the Trojan War) The Illiad (Story of the Trojan War)

3: Limerick A light and humurous poem that contain 5 anapestic lines and a rhyme form of AABBA Ex. Limerick by Edward Lear from a Book of Nonsense There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a bee; When they said,'Does it buzz?' He replied, 'Yes, it does!' It's a regular brute of a Bee!'

4: Tanka A Japanesse poem containing 5 lines. The first and third line contains 5 syllables while the rest is 7. Ex Welcome to my house We will go to the forest We'll look at the trees And we will go bird watching Thank you for coming with me By: Richard Jones the Third- September 26,2000

5: “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 | Poetry Analysis

6: 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— 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

7: 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 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: TPCASTT Analysis | T: Maybe a story of a Birche's life or the author is comparing it to something else. P: The speaker is saying of how birches are trees and how they | actually bend over by ice storms. But the author used his imagination of how a boy bends the tree over instead and talks about how he used to be like the boy who bend them. C: The poem enforces anaphora: "As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored" "As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel." What it means is that "breezes rises" is the rain and snow and that makes the tree's enamel to crack from the ice-storms.

9: C: (continued) This poem also uses alliteration: "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" This means that after the "sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells" it is saying that the snow and rain crystalizd on the tree. Then "Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-" is saying that later on, the crystalize shells will crack. Finally "Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away" means that once the crystalize shells crack, they start to break apart and shatter. The poem uses a simile: "Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair" It shows that the trees are starting to shed their leaves that go into the wind like the girls when they throw their hair into the air.

10: C: (continued) This poem uses a metaphor by saying "And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with cobwebs" What this is saying is that life is representing a path, but with a winding roads that have obstacles on the way like the "cobwebs" that tickle you and the "face burn". So the "pathless wood" is your life and the "cobwebs" and the "face burn" is obstacles. Finally "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches" shows that bending birches is like a small mistake that is made that has a tiny outcome. But there are more bigger problems that people could do to trees that will have a much bigger outcome.

11: A: The speaker feels regreted of being a swinger of birches S: Line 21 "But I was going to say when Truth broke in" this is a shift because the author was explaining of how Birches bend over in real life but instead he changes the idea and used his imagination of saying that a boy keeps on riding them that makes them bend over. So he changed the meaning and the idea of how Birches bend over. Line 40-41"Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground." This shift shows the ending of the authors imagination and going on to the conclusion of the Birches. T: The poem shows that Birches are the consequences of a mistake we do. It shows that a mistake we make is a possible good outcome or bad.

12: T: There are no second chances, when you make a mistake, you learn from it.

14: Ode | O joyful summer So pleasent, so thoughtful So fast that the leaves were like the days passing by in the wind. We will celebrate your last days till summer end. Till summer end, we willl enjoy your sweet sound, of night and day. Till summer end, we will hear the birds sing in quartets. Till summer end, we will be like the fireflies enjoying the cool summer night. O grateful summer You have been our shelter from hardship. We will miss you till the end. Till summer end, we will enjoy the nights, the days, the birds, and all of your summer things you can give forever.

16: Narrative | A narrative is a poem that tells a story but it needs to have a conflict. | Trees When a tree is born, It blooms until it is old but becoming old is a challenge Challenging it is, challenging is that. When the seed is in the ground, it blooms and blooms until it is out of the soil but once out of the soil, the predators come. Predators everywhere, predators there They eat all the seeds except one. One left, all but one. but it grows on. It grows and grows until it's a little tree. Growing to survive, growing to happiness. It grows until it is tall tall it is but weak Years later a storm came

17: Striking and Shaking the tree to the ground But the tree grasped on Grasping to the soil, grasping to the ground. The storm clears and the sunlight comes It is over, it is done. Years later the tree blooms more and more It grows to the top of the sy Higher and higher it goes. Then a group of men came. They chopped and chopped. Soon the tree came carefully down Weary the tree was It lay there Rotting and kicking toward the ground.

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