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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Melissa K

1: Table of Contents Page 2 - 3- Poetry Terms Page 4 - 9- Birches Page 10 - 11- TPCASTT Analysas Page 12 - 13- Original Poems

2: Couplet A pair of lines in a poem, that are the same length and usually rythm. Ex. "My summer vacation was so much fun I love to run. | Pentameter A line of poetry that has five metrical feet. Ex. "True wit is nature to advantaged dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well adress'd." | Poetry Terms

3: Poetry Terms | Sonnet A lyric poem with forteen lines. Ex. Escape From The Sad Heart By: Paul McCann "Sad heart please disguise Fow i cannot hide how i feel inside Tears behind my eyes My sad hearts capsized Shipwrecked by the tide. My thoughts start to slide into a sunrise Its there i escape Like a bird in flight There i feel the shape of ships in the night On a lost landscape far away from sight"

4: Birches By: Robert Frost | 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, | 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.

5: 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

6: 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

7: 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 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

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 And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

9: 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.

10: TPCAST Analysas | Paraphrase: He talks about innocence, and aging and how he wants to go back and come back. | Title: Something involved with a tree because a birch is a tree.

11: Connotation: Personification - After the rain. They click upon themselves. Why: The tree's are given a human trait. Personification - As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored. Why: Wing can't change color. Simile - Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground. Like girls on hands and knee's that throw their hair. Before them over their heads and dry in the sun. Why: Its commparing to things using like or as. Apostrophe - May no fate wilfully misunderstand me. Why: Its like he is talking to someone( fate ) in the poem. Symbolism - Last sentence in poem Why: Because it is symbolizing a swinger of birches. | Attitude: It is peaceful and wonderful. Title: How nothing living lasts forever. Theme: In the poem, I think the theme is Aging.

12: The day we brought Skye home everyone was happy We played out side in the yard which very much pleased Pappy. Our neighbors send us cards Saying she was yappy It was very hard to understand that sometimes she was nappy. We will never regard The times we were snappy Because if we go a Saint Bernard we would not be as happy! | Narrative: "The Day we got Skye" | My Siberian Husky puppy SKYE! (left)

13: Ode: "Ode to Friends" | Ode to friends who are always there that make you laugh that make you happy. Ode to friends who care that support you when you fail that have a shoulder to cry on. Ode to friends who are respectful that don't always get into trouble that treat you like family. Ode to a good friend.

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