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BC: The End! I hope you enjoyed my poetry portfolio

FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Jessica

1: Table of Conents Table of Contents...1 Poetry Term..2-5 Birches...6-9 Poetry Analysis..10-11 Ode...12 Narriive..13

2: ballad A poem that tells a story similar to a folk tale or legend and often has a repeated refrain. “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is an example of a ballad. ballade

3: Conflict is the struggle found in fiction. Conflict may be internal or external and is best seen in (1) Man in conflict with another Man: (2) Man in conflict in Nature; (3) Man in conflict with self. Example: There was 3 secound untill he bell i needed to make it in class or a detention.

5: caesura A natural pause or break in a line of poetry, usually near the middle of the line. There is a caesura right after the question mark in the first line of this sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”

6: Birches 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 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

7: Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 20 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,

8: 40, 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 willfully 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

9: 40, 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 willfully 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

10: T= Tree Branches P= Man wants to live in his childhood again C= He is longing for childhood again and He relizes he is not a kid anymore and he's an adult he can't climb trees. Also the poem uses alot of imagenery. Example: loaded with ice a sunny winter morning. May see theres trucks arching in the morning such glass broken glass and to be swept away.

11: A= Speaker is nistalgic for his childhood. Relizes reality that he is no lomger a child. S= At the start of the story, its happy then it changes drasticly it scary and upseting. There is a storm that hurts birches. Which is sad because its definetly meaningful to the author. T= I think that the title means youth and that changes can occer.The author must of gone throw changes because of the relation change in birches. Birch is not a type of specific tree. T= The theme is youth and its nostolgic because you should't take everything for granted and a remember every moment. You dont relize what have untill its gone and thats the authors theme of this story.

12: Ode To my house I love the way the walls shine when the light sparkle when the rays of the sun shine through the windows. The way each rooms a different color. When im with you house i feel so safe, with my five star alarm system. The way when i open the door from a cold winter day it feels like a warm blanket just landed on me. Oh house, what would i do without you. Your my everything, your my walls, my roof my view, your my door to the future, your my pretection. Oh how i love you tan house.

13: Narritive | It was ninety degrees outside and we were all sweating. It June 4th 2009, we were standing in front of Evanston Township High School. It was a 7th grade cross-country race. As the buzzer went off, Maggie, Kate, Julia, and I took off running as fast a cheetah. Maggie was in the lead, I'm behind her, and then its Kate and Julia last. Maggie sprints up the hill as Kate cuts me off. I stumbled on my shoelace, but I managed to get myself up. Luckily, my shoelace was not completely untied. Now it was time to go down the hill. Zoom, I’m in first place. As I run down the hill, I picked up some speed and I sped through the forest. Julia was tagging me; Kate and Maggie are behind both of us. I ran past the tall, swaying tree with beautiful green leaves and I knew I was almost to the finish line.

14: All of a sudden, Julia sped up and we are side by side. Two steps to the finish line and whoosh, Julia cuts in front of me and wins. She runs right through he pink ribbon as her hands fly up. The smile on her face was huge. She won the race! After the race, I was disappointed that I didn’t win. I knew it was for the best because it made my friend happy. I can’t wait for next year, maybe I will beat her next year!

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