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BC: Ode Poem: Ode To My Dog | Ode to My Dog Who guides me throught the fog With her love and kindness That will never be behind us She stays by our side Together with a strong Bind She obeys my orders Together we hear the passing cars motors She cares for me There is no fee Ode to my dog, Cherry

FC: Nicole's Awesome Poetry Portfolio!!! By: Nicole B

2: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms............. Pg. 4-5 | Copy of "Birches"......... Pg. 6-8 | Narrative Poem........... Pg. 13-14 | Ode Poem..................Back Cover | Poetry Analysis........... Pg. 10-12

4: Poetry Terms | Caesura: A natural pause or break in a line of poetry. Alexandrine: Line of poetry that has 12 syllables | Ex: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." | Ex: Never I've seen on Earth so beautiful angel.

5: Apostrophe: Words that are spoken to a person who is absent or imaginary, or to an object or abstract idea | Ex: "O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!/Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!/Thy mists that roll and rise!"

6: "Birches" By: Robert Frost | 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 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

7: 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 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,

8: "Birches" cont. | 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. 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, 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.

10: TPCASTT Analysis Of "Birches" by Robert Frost | T: | Nature, Childhood and games | P: | Birches crooked and bent, in line with straighter trees, believes boys bent them by playing games but knows not, realizes Ice storms did it, Sun makes ice fall from branches, Thinking some of heaven fell, trees bowed, never straight again, trunks arching in woods, leaves falling, comparing to girls playing, realized Ice- Storms, wants to believe boys did it, Boy lonely and nothing to do, trees bent permanently, once a swinger, wants to be reincarnated, wants to go to heaven, then come back.

11: C: No rhymes in poem which indicates that it is not a lyric poem. Repetition of title in poem, main idea. Uses imagery to picture- birches bowed along straighter trees- leaves trailing in ground- girls playing- boy, isolated,alone,bored, bending Birches- climbing to the top- filling "cup" to the brim- then boy going down from top. No end rhymes yet internal rhymes may come to question. At 49 and 50th stanza, talking about reincarnation. At some stanzas, uses Alexandrine like at the 11th, 13th, 14th, 20th, 22nd, 30th, 42nd, 60th stanza. The rest are ten syllables like in the 1-4, 7th, 10th, 12th, 16th, 17th, 19th, 23-29th, 31-38, 40th, 43rd, 45th, 49-50, 53rd, 55-58 stanza. At the 5th, 6th, 8-9th, 15th, 18th, 21st, 39th, 41st, 46-48, 51-52, 54th, 59th stanza, there are eleven syllables. Clearly, there are varities of syllables in

12: each stanza. | The last stanza, which is also the 60th, says," One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." I think this means that even though young boys and girls swing and climb trees out of boredom or just pure fun, when they grow up they can do so much more worse things. When they swing, adults might think it is wrong and scold them. But when they grow up, they can be a robber or an abuser. Or thwy could think inappropriate things or just not be a good person and friend. | S: There is a shift from boy fault to ice storms to girl fault to boy falut again about the bent trees. Also, it switches from dreaming that boys and girls bending them to the actual reality which is that the ice storms bent them.

13: Narrative Poem:True Friendship | A sunny day, I see cars passing through My friend and I passing through Seeming oblivious to the world Cars honk and shout Little do they know the light is red The sign to walk is on Why are they yelling? My friend, confused. Me? Surprised We pass through calmly We see red faced taxi drivers We see moms on phones We pass through The light turns green A car, green and fast, goes Impatient and hurtful My friend in the way

14: I shout, she screams, he honks I push her aside And then, it is pitch black.

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