FC: Poetry Booklet By Elisa
1: table of contents | Terms Analysis Narrative Ode
2: Limerick | Definition- A light and humorous poem thats usually five lines with a rhyme scheme. Usually the rhyme scheme is aabba. Example- (no title) There was a young man from Dealing Who caught the bus for Ealing. It said on the door Don't spit on the floor So he jumped up and spat on the ceiling -National Literacy Strategy
3: Tanka | Definition- A poem with five lines, the first and third lines have five syllables and the rest have seven. This type of poem is from Japan. Example- (No title) Beautiful mountains Rivers with cold, cold water. White cold snow on rocks Trees over the place with frost White sparkly snow everywhere -Tanka website
4: Sonnet Sonnet | Definition- A poem is fourteen lines long that rhymes and has a rhythm to it. Example- After Turkey Day, the garbage bags sat; My dog was tempted by the tasty sight. He tore them open, gorged big, and grew fat, But first he made a mess and caused some blight. He ate some hot sauce and blueberry pies, Then laid around and moaned out loud in pain. I worried in my heart of his demise, And tried to scrub the purple carpet stain. He slowly came around and waddled slow, His belly wide and nearly to the floor. So sad to see my hungry doggy grow So portly wide, he barely fit his door. He survived, but still he is more than stout. I’ve learned. Next time I’ll take the garbage out!
5: Narrative | Solomon got off the couch He reached in the fridge And pulled out a pop After he glugged the sugar goodness Solomon threw it in the trash When all the poor bottle wanted Was to be recycled And have a new life A week later the garbage truck came The sad pop can was tossed in More and more trash piled up Then it reached the outskirts of town There was a beeping noise And the pop can felt himself slowly tipping Reluctantly he fell into the dump It sat there for years Wishing it could be recycled And turned into a new bottle Finally the dump was full But before the dirt was poured over the top A man dug down and pulled out the can He tossed it in the recycling And the pop bottle knew It was getting its second chance
6: Ode To Annie | Fluffy white fur With two black eyes and a nose Gazes out the window Growling at squirrels And barking as a car pulls up Whenever we come home Annie jumps like a super ball She follows us everywhere Trailing like a shadow Annie cocks her head to stare As we talk to her Her squeaky toys become victims All that is left is a pile of stuffing She sleeps on the couch Identical to a stuffed animal Hardly looking realistic I wonder what she's thinking Past, present, future Or ham
7: Birches | 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 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
8: 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, 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 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.
9: 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 -Robert Frost
10: TPCASTT | Title- The title is called "Birches" because the birch trees represent a child's life and growing up. Paraphrase- He describes the bent birch trees and what he wishes bent them. Then he talks about what really happened. The narrator also wishes he could re-live his life over again and swing on more birch trees. In other words, he would like to enjoy his childhood a bit more. Connotations- The birches are personified in the poem, and they represent life. The fact that the birch trees are bent is showing that people have been living life and are worn down. While people were living they bent the trees, but usually the trees are bent by ice storms. The narrator of the poem wishes that the trees were bent by children having fun and spending their childhood carefree.
11: Truth is also personified as a person that interrupted the narrarator. Truth represents reality and adulthood. It is what really happened to the birch trees. It wasn't kids having fun that bent them, it was reality which connects with adults who always seem to forget about being carefree. The narrator also begins to talk about life being a "pathless wood" where your face gets burned by cobwebs. What he's saying here is that sometimes his life as an adult is confusing. He doesn't know where he is or where he's going. The narrator also feels alone. There are cobwebs so he must feel like no one has been wherever he is in a long time. When the narrartor talks about a boy that "subdued his father's trees" I think he's saying that a boy helped his father to overcome the reality and remember that life should be fun. The boy keeps "bending his father's trees" until they aren't stiff anymore.
12: The narrarator also talks about the boy and how he learns from the birches.The boy learned about "not launching out too soon" and to "keep his poise". Basically, the trees taught him to be careful. This shows the boy is learning things from his childhood just by having fun and exploring. Children discover things when they have fun and enjoy life. The last line of the poem, "one could do worse then be a swinger of birches", means its okay to be a carefree child and have fun during your childhood. Children shouldn't have to worry about reality when they're young and should be allowed to have fun. Attitude- The author seems nostalgic and wishful. He is reminiscing about his childhood and hopes children will enjoy life while they're young. He wants them to stay innocent and carefree, in other words, to swing on branches. The author often compares childhood and adulthood. He demonstrates the differences between the two, but also shows how they connect.
13: Shift- There's a shift in "Birches" when the author stops talking about other children's childhoods and begins to talk about his own. The author wants to go back to his childhood as a temporary escape. During the shift, birch trees also represent general life because they're keeping him on earth. He tries to climb to heaven, but the trees "dip" him back down again. Title- The title still seems to represent the life and childhood. It's called "Birches" because the trees represent childhood. The way they're bent is how childhood was spent. Hopefully, they were bent by the child, but most of the time it's an icestorm. Theme- The theme of "Birches" is explained in the last line, "one could do worse then be a swinger of birches". This is saying that being carefree and enjoying childhood isn't a bad thing. So many people think children need to be molded at a young age, so they never give them time to be a kid. The author thinks children should take their time being kids and shouldn't have to worry about reality at such a young age.