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1: Table of Contents | Potry Terms........................................ 2-9 Original Poems.................................... 9-11 Poetry Analysis................................. 12-16 TPCASTT Analysis............................ 17-21

2: 1.Carpe diem: A Latin expression that means "seize the day." Carpe diem poems urge the reader (or the person to whom they are addressed) to live for today and enjoy the pleasures of the moment. Gather ye rose-buds by Robert Herrick Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. | POETRY TERMS

3: The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer: But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then, be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

4: 2. Couplet In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. "If cars go zoom, exhaust smoke will plume!"

5: 3.Caesura A natural pause or break in a line of poetry, usually near the middle of the line. An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest, In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer, Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;

6: Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little, or too much: Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus'd; Still by himself abus'd, or disabus'd; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world! Go, wond'rous creature! mount where Science guides Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;Instruct the planets in what orbs to run, Correct old Time, and regulate the Sun; Go, soar with Plato to th'empyreal sphere, To the first good, first perfect, and first fair; Or tread the mazy round his follow'rs trod, And quitting sense call imitating God;

7: As Eastern priests in giddy circles run, And turn their heads to imitate the Sun. Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule - Then drop into thyself, and be a fool! Superior being, when of late they saw A mortal man unfold all Nature's law, Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape, And shew'd a NEWTON as we shew an Ape. Could he, whose rules the rapid Comet bind, Describe or fix one movement of his Mind? Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend, Explain his own beginning, or his end? Alas what wonder! Man's superior part Uncheck'd may rise, and climb from art to art: But when his own great work is but begun,

8: What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone. Trace Science then, with Modesty thy guide; First strip off all her equipage of Pride, Deduct what is but Vanity, or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury, or Idleness; Or tricks to shew the stretch of human brain, Mere curious pleasure, ingenious pain: Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts Of all, our Vices have created Arts: Then see how little the remaining sum, Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come!

9: Original Poems Narrative Poem By Nicholas There I was, butt naked all I had was my machete and my shoes. I’m being chased by natives somewhere in the deep jungles of Brazil. I’m here because I have been studying a new species of insect. While we were on a day trip to check our bug traps my fellow researchers were attacked by natives. They were all killed; I escaped with only my life, my shoes, and my machete.

10: Ode By Nicholas Sander Ode to My Guitar Ode to my guitar. I can hear it from afar. Its song is so sweet. To hear it is quite a treat. It brings me joy. It’s such a lovely toy. Me and my guitar.

11: I play a G. Then a C. Strum a D. Then pick an E. I strum up and down. And all around. Then I break a string. And I hear a weird ring. I give a slight sigh. And blink an eye. I can’t fix it now. Because I don’t know how. Then I set the guitar down just right. I’m done playing for tonight.

12: Birches By 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

13: 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 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

14: 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 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

15: 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. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over.

16: 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.

17: TPCASTT T:The poem is about trees abd how they fit in nature. P: A person is seeing/imagining trees that have been bent over due to ice storms. He hopes that instead of them being bent by ice storms they were bent by kids who were swining on them. C: Lines five through thirteen all are describing the trees after hte ice/snow storm and they're clicking together because of the wind this scene is being described using imagery.

18: "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. " On the thirteenth line there is a metaphor. "You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. " This is how the trees appear to look after a winter storm; white like heaven.

19: On lines seventeen through twenty there is a simile and imagery. "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 " He is saying that you might see them bent down so far that their leaves are brushing the ground. kind of like girls' hair drying in the sun. On lines twenty-one and tewnty-two there is personification. "But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm" This is personification because he is giving truth a human trait. He was suggesting that truth brought him back to reality.

20: The last line: "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 60" He is saying that maybe being an adult is worse than being an immature kid. the swingers represent childhood and all the good times kids have. Robert Frost is saying that being an adult is not as exciting, fun, or as interesting as being a kid. He is also saying that children bending a birch is no big deal because their kids, and in the long run the things they do wrong or are responsible for are not as big of a deal. When your an adult and you do something wrong you can face serious consequences like jail or being fired from a job. Along with all of the trouble you can get into as an adult there is a lot of responsibility that comes with it.

21: A: The attitude of the poem is denial because the main guy is denying that the ice storms bent the trees. Instead he wishes that children were swinging on birches and that, that was what bent them. S: The poem shifts into him reminissing about going back to swing on the birches (be a kid again). T: As I look at the title again I realize that birches are actually life and how it bends over and gets worse. T: The theme of this poem is enjoy being a kid, because kids have bends and excitement in their lives and adults lives are boring.

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