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Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Sydney's Poetry Portfolio | By Sydney Berusch | I love poetry!

1: Table Of Contents | Poetry terms...pages 2-4 Birches (poetry anaylysis)...pages 5-8 TPCASTT...pages 9-10 Narrative...page 11 Ode...page12-13

2: Poetry Terms | Couplet In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. Example (unknown): If turkeys gobble, Do Pilgrims squabble?

3: ABC poem An ABC poem has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses - and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter. Example (by me): A cat jumped Brown dogs run Clowns blow balloons Elephants walk slow (etc.)

4: Limerick A light, humorous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. example (unknown): A flea and a fly in a flue Were caught, so what could they do? Said the fly, "Let us flee." "Let us fly," said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

5: Birches- Rober 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-coloured 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

6: 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, 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

7: 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.

8: 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.

9: TPCASTT T: The title, Birches, makes me think the poem is about cats climbing trees. P: The writer is saying that when children swing on trees, it doesn't bend them, the icestorms bend them. You can see trees with ice on them on winter mornings after it rains. When sun comes, it makes ice turn into crystals. They don't seem to break when they fall.Then when it gets to the warmer seasons, you can see the trees with leaves again. The writer is saying he'd rather have boys in the sun break the tree from playing, than icestorms which are rough and tense. He rather the tree be broken with kids showing happiness and having fun. He remembers being a boy swinging on trees,and wishes he can go back to those days. So he hopes he could die and be born and go through childhood again. But he doesn't want just dying, because he loves earth.

10: C: -Symbolism:The boy swinging on the tree symbolises childhood. -Symbolism:The icestorms symbolises adulthood Symbolism: The tree symbolises life's ups and downs. -Metaphor: He is comparing the tree to life. -No rhyme scheme A: Kind of sad, but not too sad. This is because he really wants his childhood back and to get away from all the problems of being an adult. But still, he's happy that he is living because Earth has a lot to give. S: He first starts out describing the different birches brake, and then he explains how he wants to be a child again. T(theme): He wants to go back to childhood T: The writer wants to be a child again because adulthood is stressful and hard. He thinks childhood is fun and free, and that you're always innocent.

11: Narrative- The Exploring Cat One day the exploring cat went outside. He saw a bird, but that bird flied. He looked some more, and found a frog. The exploring cat ran when he saw a dog. The exploring cat found another cat. They had a small chat. The cat left and looked again. To his surprise, he found a hen. All of this exitement tired out the cat. So he hopped on a couch, and sat. The exploring cat wondered what he'd do the next day. He might go into the forest and play.

12: Ode To The Cat | The fluffy cat was everything to me. He was so sweet and so loving. I watched over him like a mother and her baby. I fed him only the best kibbles, and he played all day. I loved him so very much. He purred like an angel. His whiskers tickled my cheak when he layed on me. But one day he was on a high tree branch. I watched him as he stood like a lion. But the branch crackled... The branch kept crackling as the cat stood still. From there on, it was only me and the broken branch, laying on the grass. Could I do the moment over again? There was no choice but to sit there and think The hopeless feeling was filling my soul There was no miracle i could wish upon The cat was gone. Doesn't he have eight other lives he can spare?

13: Who knows, it may be just a myth. I couldn't face the truth. It was too depressing, too, lonely and miserable The drips of tears ran down my face. The cat was never to come back. I stared at the calming sky and sat in silence What was next? Nothing but sorrow.

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