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1: Table of Contents | Terms...........................pages 2-3 "Birches" by Robert Frost....pages 4-6 TPCASTT Analysis...........pages 7-10 My Ode............................page 11 My Narrative......................page12

2: Terms: | Denotation-- The dictionary definition of a word. Ex: The American flag denotes a piece of colored cloth in a particular pattern.

3: Haiku-- A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku reflects on some aspect of nature. | Ex: FROGS jumping around Frogs hopping away from snakes Frogs doing cool tricks | Archetype-- a poem that illustrates the best of an example of poem. Ex: Romeo and Juliet is a archetype of a romance.

4: Archetype-- a poem that illustrates the best of an example of poem. Ex: Romeo and Juliet is a archetype of a romance. | “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 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. 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

5: "Birches" Cont. Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in 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 Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open.

6: "Birches" Cont. 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.

7: TPCASTT ANALYSIS | T: The poem could be about birch trees literally, nature, or forrests. P: The speaker is comparring how ice storms and boys bend down the birch trees. The speaker is also descrbing both of form of the trees bending. C: Robert Frost makes the comparision of the ice storms bending the trees and heaven. Frost is say that "the inner dome of heaven had fallen." That quote creates a happy and peaceful feeling because heaven is looked upon as a happy place. That, for the reader, is showing that Frost does not entirely believe that the ice storm bending is negative.

8: C (Cont.):Frost also personifies truth in the poem. He says “But I was going to say when Truth broke in”. That could possibly mean that “Truth” is reality or what is really happening. Frost also used the phrase “broke in” that means that the speaker didn’t want to face reality, but after time, thruth showed through. So could that line possibly mean that even if we don’t want to face reality, it will come to us. That could be possible because “Truth” was not welcomed into the picture of the ice storms. | The last line of the poem, “One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”, is meaningful to the poem. If Frost is saying that the “swinger of birches” are children, then this line could be saying many different things. It could be taken at the perspective that it is a good thing to be a child because “one could do worse” or saying that someone could be better as a child. Or it could mean that there are times when it is okay/ appropriate to be childish. That meaning could be taken because Frost is saying again that someone could be doing better if they were acting childish.

9: C (cont.): In the poem, the “birch swingers” are a metaphor for children. Frost says that “I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging them doesn’t bend them down to stay.” That shows that the birch swingers are a metaphor from children because the boys are children and their “swinging” doesn’t be bend down the birches, but the birches have been swung upon. With the boys representing children, the poem means that children are having fun while playing on the birches and being childish. | The “ice storms” in the poem are a metaphor for reality. Or possibly they could be a metaphor for adults. In the sense that they are representing reality, it could be said so because Frost says “But swinging them doesn’t bend them down to stay. Ice storms do that.” That shows that the ice storms are a metaphor for reality because the swinging (of the boys) doesn’t bend the birches down, the power of reality forces(the ice storms) bend them down. It also shows how sometimes, even if we don’t want reality, it will come.

10: A: The speaker is feeling sad because they would like to know that the children are the ones who are bend the birches, but they know tht in reality that the ice stroms do that. But yet they like knowing that possibly the boys could be the swinger of birches. S: The shift in the poems is between lines forty-one and forty-two. In lines forrty-one and above the speaker is talking about the boy and how he uses the birch trees. In lines forty-two and below, the speaker is relfecting upon when they were a swinger of briches. So the shift goes from talking about a boy to refelcting about the speaker himself. T: The title relates to the story becuase the birches are used as how the 'children' and 'adults' relate to one and another and show their spot in the poem. T: The theme to this poem is that you are only a child for once in your life and you should spend your time as a child happily because once you are an adult, there is no going back. So apprieciate life as it comes to you and live everyday to the fullest.

11: My Ode | Ode to Cooper By: Natalie B. | Oh Cooper, oh how much we love you And we love how you bring our family together | You make us smile when we chase you around the yard. Since you were a puppy you have been a smart dog. You have been loyal to us and always willing to play. As you run around the yard, We laugh at you and think about how cute you are, But then we rember that you really are just rotten and evil to the core,but that doesn't stop our love. Cooper, as you take things from Mom, You make her so mad that she just loves you even more. But don't think of that as a positive, it's not. But, we do love you, you little RLD.

12: My Narative | My Narrative | When I saw him at the party He smiled and then walked away. The next day at school, I saw him and he saw me He smiled, but not to me, to the girl next to me. She ran up to him and hugged him, he hugged her. And I knew then that all of my chances of being with him were gone. So I ran away, trying to hold back to the tears that were rushing to my eyes. I felt horrible and I could sense the kids looking at me. The class bell rang It was time for my only class with him. I was in my seat waiting, Not sure for what, just waiting The class started and usual And neither of said anything to each other | Untitled

13: My Narative | My Nartive | THE END!!!

14: The class bell rang It was time for my only class with him. I was in my seat waiting, Not sure for what, just waiting The class started and usual And neither of said anything to each other I felt as though my life had been turned upside down. | My Narative Cont.

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