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FC: Addison's poetry portfolio | By: Addison J

1: TABLE OF CONTENTS | page1: title page page2: table of contents page3: poetry terms page4: poetry analysis page5: poetry analysis page6: original poems page7: original poems

2: poetry terms | HAIKU (or HOKKU) A poem of seventeen syllables arranged in three lines. The first and third lines contain five syllables; the second line seven (5,7,5). The haiku is the shortest form in Japanese poetry. If frequently expresses delicate emotion or presents an image (frequently one of a natural object or scene). Example:A bare pecan tree slips a pencil shadow a moonlit snow slope. - Etheridge Knight | IMPERFECT RHYME Rhyme in which the vowels are either approximate or different; and occasionally, even the rhymed consonants are similar rather than identical. Imperfect rhyme is also known as "Partial," "Near," or "Slant" rhyme. | INTERNAL RHYME Involves rhyming sounds within the same line. Example: Sister, my sister, O fleet sweet swallow. -Swinburn

3: “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 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 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 | poetry analysis | 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 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 | “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 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

4: poetry analysis | T: something about trees and life. P: the speaker is taking about nature and life. C: "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." The speaker is talking about how good life on earth is A: in the last line "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." the poet is talking about how if you think something is bad it could always be worse S: "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?) "

5: S: "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?) " now the poets questoning his freedom t: if you think your life is bad it can always be worse t: the poet is talking about how good life is and you should be happy with what you have. | poetry analiysis

6: ode to bror | ode to bror with your scandinavian name. you might be from mars or scandinavia we dont know. ode to bror that comes every 10,000 years and we count you by the O's in your name. every 10,00 years a new bror comes with more O's in your name and a bigger nose. ode to your greasy slimmy big nose.

7: rodes grow and leaves fall as the stars shine above the sky. planes fly and birds cry as their homes get destroyed. the town brightens and the earth darkens as the cars pass by. as the people dont care and the anamals stair asking why. the plants die and the people cry wishing this never happend. | life

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