S: My Uber Unbelievable Poetry Portfolio
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FC: MY UBER UNBELIEVABLE POETRY PORTFOLIO | By Forrest Period 7 Team 7a
1: CONTENTS | Page 2-3.....Poetry Term Definitions Page 4-5.....Original Poetry Page 6- .....Poetry Analysis
2: Poetry Term Definitions | ALEXANDRINE An alexandrine is a line of poetry with 12 syllables. The name most likely comes from a romance about Alexander the Great that was written as such. | COUPLET A couplet is where in a poem, a pair of lines of usually the same length rhyme while also forming a complete thought. | So you can learn these, and then forget them at the end of the quarter.
3: EPIC An epic is a long and serious poem that tells the story of a hero and his/her exploits. you know, those ones they make you read in high school.
4: You can write poems! Huzzah! | Brought on a gale to the corners of the globe, It descends upon the land like a warmly colored robe. Night is conquered by day, And the children all play, And bask in the rays of the sun. The singing of birds heralds the coming, The deer start grazing, the horses start running, Joy and light are spread across the world As the tapestry of spring has finally unfurled, Adding vibrant color to the land. | Ode to Spring
5: Hardwood Watching the trees shake and bend in the wind, I listen to the branches that sway, I hark to the stories that they tell to me And listen to what they say. They speak of their brothers who stood up tall, Who were beautiful, benevolent, ancient and wise, But as life eventually returns to its mother, Everything inevitably dies. They Were awoken in the spring, In the summer they were green, In the falll, a pure golden color, But in the winter, foliage was not to be seen. But in the spring, life returned again, Beautiful, young, yet old, The birds would announce the leafy green, And life would be worth more than gold.
6: “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 | Analyzing poetry! No microscope, chemicals, gloves or plastic bags required.
7: 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
8: 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
9: 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 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
10: 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 T: The speaker is using trees as a metaphor for morals P: Someone is walking through some trees and notices that they have been bent, probably by an ice storm and begins thinking of his childhood. C: An example of symbolism in this poem is when the speaker talks about bent trees, he may be referring to youths gone astray.
11: And on line three, he is probably saying that he likes to think it's just adolescence that causes them to act badly, using the boy swinging branches as a symbol. On lines four and five, when he is saying that swinging branches doesn't bend them permanently and that ice storms do that, he is stating that it's not adolescence, it's really caused by some traumatic experience of dark nature, using storms as a metaphor for catastrophes. When the speaker says on line fifteen that when when trees are bowed for so long, they never right themselves, he is saying once one becomes misguided for so long, they can't really become right again, using the trees being bent as a symbol for children so accustomed to questionable behavior that they don't stop. When the speaker is talking about a boy riding down down the trees until the stiffness is taken out of them, he is probably referring to peer pressure, being forced upon you until you give in to it and are easy to push into things. And when the speaker says that the boy learned not to launch
12: And when the speaker then talks about the boy learning not to launch out too soon, he is referring to how once children are older, they realize the foolishness of doing things without thinking for the future. When the speaker says, "life is too much like a winding road," He is using a simile to describe the many paths one can take, and how seemingly endless life seems until the end, where you look back on your "trip." On the last line, where the speaker says, "one could do worse than to be a swinger of branches," He means there are worse things to be than misguided or adolescent. A: The poem has an almost regretful or longing tone to it. S: The major shift in this piece really comes in the middle, where the attitude goes from a lamenting and regretful tone, to a longing tone, wishing for childhood again.
13: T: The title, Birches, is comparing childhood and life to birch trees in a somewhat metaphorical way. T: The theme seems to be that when one is a child, morals can easily be flawed and obscured, but when one is older, he or she will look back with longing and maybe regret for their childhood.