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Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Poetry Portfolio | By: GRiffin Oelhafen

1: Table of Contents | Pg:2-4 Definitions 6-9: TPCASTT analysis 10-11 Own Poems

2: Epigram A short, polished, pithy saying, usually in verse, often with a satiric or paradoxical twist at the end. EX:"Sir, I admit your general rule,That every poet is a fool,But you yourself may serve to show it,That every fool is not a poet."

3: Lyric A poem, such as a sonnet or an ode, that expresses the thoughts and feelings of the poet. A lyric poem may resemble a song in form or style. Ex:I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sure For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. Dying by: Emily Dickenson

4: Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature. Ex: Falling to the ground, I watch a leaf settle down In a bed of brown.

5: 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 | Birches By Robert Frost

6: TPCASTT | T: I think the poem is going to be about trees. | P: The Poem is about a guy who is looking at a tree witch the branches are bent, so he hopes that kids were jumping on and of and thats how they were bent. Then he says he wishs he could be a "swinger of the branches again". Which meens he wishes he could go play on the tree.

7: C: Line 1-41 Robert Frost is using imagery to describe the tree and what he hope happend with the trees branches. He is in a Positive mood. You can tell this because he is hoping that kids bent the branches by jumping on them and having fun. The tree is a symbol of life and how things can go wrong but you have to live on our your branches will bend and stay bent. Which means you will let everything effect you. Robert Frost does not rhyme throughout his poem. Which is surprising because most poems rhyme. At the end he says "One can be worse than a swinger on branches" This meens that if you swing on the tree you are on top of life.

8: A: The poets attitude is positive, you can tell this because he looks at the tree in a positive manor. For example he knows that ice realy bent the trees but he is hoping that kids bent it while they were jumping and having fun on the tree. | S: Robert Frost hase a switch at line 46. This is because before that line he was describing the tree then he changes to the topic that he wishes he could swing on the branches again. | T: My guess was right, the poem was about trees. To be more specific Birch trees.

9: T: I think the poem is about childhood and how it is precious. How you’re innocent and you don’t have to worry about anything. You need to know how to cherish your childhood and to take advantage of being a kid, and how you only go through it once so you should take advantage of it.

10: Ode to The Bears Ode to the fans and the people who work at the concession stands to the winters we play in to the heat we train in when we beat the Packers when we loose to the Packers to the ups to the downs to the wet grass on a summer day to the snow in winter to the rookies and the veterans Ode to the Bears

11: WATER SKIING Once I was scared of trying something new I was scared of trying something new Then I was talked into trying it The new thing was water skiing I am in the water waiting For the boat to tug I am being lifted out of the water The wind is blowing an I am going It feels great Everything is going along smoothly Then I start turning towards the wake The skis are getting wobbly Then I crashed and flipped off I hit the water so hard it felt like the ground I get dragged back into the boat We get called to eat... "Time for Brats!"

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