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My Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By Bobby G

1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms............................pgs 2 and 3 Robert Frost "Birches"................pgs 4,5 and 6 Poetry Analysis........................pgs 6,7 and 8 Narrative Poem..................................pg 9 Ode Poem.......................................pg 10

2: Poetry Terms | Epic | A long serious poem, that tells the story of a herioc figure. | Example: Hiawatha's Departure from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited.

3: Limerick | A light, humorous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. | Example: | Limerick By Edward Lear There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!' | Haiku | A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. | A Rainbow By Donna Brock Curving up, then down. Meeting blue sky and green earth Melding sun and rain. | Example:

4: Poetry Analysis (TPCASTT) | “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. 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

6: 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 | Title: I think that this is something to do with birds and how trees relate to our life. | Paraphrase: A tree's branches get bent out of shape when a child plays and has fun on them.

7: Connotation: In lines 10-13, there is imagery as he describes how the sun shines onto the birches after a storm. In line 24, Robert Frost writes "boy bend", he uses alliterition. Robert Frost uses symbolsim in line 10. Instead of writing the leaves shed, he said that they were like crystal shells. Robert Frost uses metaphors in lines 37 and 38 explaining pain to the tree getting climbed on. "With the same pains you use to fill a cup. Up to the brim, and even above the brim." Robert Frost uses similies in lines 18 and 19, by saying "Years afterwards, trailing their lieves on the ground, like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair." | Attitude: Robert Frost talks about this poem like he knows what he's talking about. He speaks like he is serious and really cares about this topic.

8: Shifts: On lines 41, 42, and 43, Robert Frost changes his moods to how he dreams of going back to his childhood. | Title: I will change my idea of this book to something different. I think it's about how one childhood experience that was amazing is something that you really had a great time. The birches probably represents life and the fun things you do. | Theme: The theme of this poem is that children that swing on birches will probably have the best life. It's the time of a children's life.

9: Invisible Children Children in Africa are being abducted, They are be abused and killed, And still nobody cares about them, Who in the world wouldn't care, About innocent children being killed. People are starving and dying, When rebels are chilling and relaxing. What can we do? We can do a lot! We can tell people about Invisible Children, and explain to them how they are suffering. Do something! Do something now! | Narrative Poem

10: Ode Poem | Ode to Baseball Baseball, you are fun, Playing whenever, in the sun. Crushing the ball, a thousand miles, maybe come back in a couple hours. So active, and so great, Baseball the sport to play!

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