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FC: Shayda Nikamalfard's Poetry Portfolio

1: Table of contents Poeetry terms:pg.2-3 odeand naritvive poems pg.4-5 Tpcastt analysis:pg:6-7

2: Couplet= In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme.Ex: The Test By Carlotta Perkins I got a pencil for a test. I'm really trying to do my best. haiku= A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature.ex:Haiku Ex: As the wind does Across the trees, I see the Buds blooming in May I walk across sand And find myself blistering In the hot, hot Falling to the ground, I watch a leaf settle down In a bed of brown.

3: stanza= Two or more lines of poetry that together form one of the divisions of a poem. The stanzas of a poem are usually of the same length and follow the same pattern of meter and rhyme. Ex:My theory is, it is at school, that nicknames start to surface, For kids are quick to give the flick when names don't fit the purpose. Be it classmates or their teachers they all become fair game, And how they look or speak or act will earn them that nickname.

4: 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. 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 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 | 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. 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.

5: T | T: About life. Like the trees we can get weighted by life, we need to be like the boys (having fun). P: Hoping boys bent the trees but it must have been an ice storm, then the sun melts the snow, prefer some boy bent the tree by playing a game, wishes he was young again, life is hectic/confusing, re-live life, go to heaven and start all over again. C: “One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”= Worst things could happen than growing old. “I like to think some boy’s were swinging on them.”= Wish happy/fun things would bend the branches. “Toward heaven till the tree could bear no more, but dipped its top and set me down again.”= Died but then became alive again “So was I once myself a swinger of birches.”=I was once young and played “And life is too much like a pathless wood.”=Life is hectic/confusing A: The speaker feels worried unsure about thinks, “prefer, hope”, is used various times in this poem. S: Talking about the ice storm bending the branches but then a shift to “recycling life”. Title: About how a tree could symbolize renewal and childhood Theme: I think Robert Frost’s opinion on this is about childhood and that the ice storm resembles the bad things in like and the renewal of the tree is the good things.

6: Ode to a Dog: My plump little dog with velevet white fur Looking like a bundle of snow in the air He is so sweet and beautiful His eyes read my love for him We aren't just a family, were loving pals Best frieds till the end of time So affectionate for eachother He is everything to me Playing around beneath a tall tree Sammy is a amigo to me

7: Narritive: The water was glistening in the sun I'm ready to have some summer fun Looking down from the board Scared to jump over down below Bounce,bounce Splush I hit the water

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