BC: Ode Poem: Bumble Bees | Ode to bumble bees, Who spread colors around the earth. Providing us with the flowers That fill our nostrils with pleasing odors. They give us a love token to give to others, And no one repays them of their work. The delicate creatures fly around With an intricate pattern on their back. They buzz around without a rest Only to have their pride and work Taken away from them. But they still stay strong, And carry out their duty everyday. | 13
FC: Poetry Portfolio Taylor Period 5
1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms...........................................Pages 1 - 2 Birches by Robert Frost..........................Pages 3 - 6 TPCASTT Analysis..................................Pages 7 - 11 Narrative Poem: Track and Field..........Page 12 Ode Poem: Bumble Bees........................Page 13
2: Poetry Terms | Pun A play on words that are identical or similar in sound, but have sharply diverse meanings. Puns can have serious as well as humorous uses. Example: When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds. | 1
3: Poetry Terms | Synecdoche A figure of speech in which a part is substituted for the whole. Example: Lend me a hand. | Oxymoron A form of paradox that combines a pair of contrary terms into a single expression. Example: You are a wise fool. | 2
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. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed | 3
5: 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. | 4 | Birches by Robert Frost (Continued)
6: 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 | 5 | Birches by Robert Frost (Continued)
7: 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. | 6 | Birches by Robert Frost (Continued)
8: TPCASTT Analysis | 7 | T: About trees and how they can support people. | P: Robert Frost is telling how the ice storms bent the trees, but he imagines/prefers that the children do this. He then talked about how he was a "swinger of birches" once and how he wishes he could go back. He explains that he wish he could start life over.
9: TPCASTT Analysis (Continued) | 8 | C: In the first 2 lines, I believe that the birches that bend left to right represent children and the straighter darker trees represent adults. Ice-storms are worries or stress that weights the trees down. However, could the ice-storms acutally be something good and relaxing? I thought that it may be because it mentions in the poem, "Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells...". The description of ice-storms is using a lot of imagery such as, "As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.". It is also showing the difficult times in life. "When truth broke in" is personification. I think that this also means when he needed to be an adult and keep with what was true.
10: 9 | TPCASTT Analysis (Continued) | C (continued): "Swinger of birches" refers to the authors lonigng to be an imaginiative child again (free of life's worries and stress). He describes how life is cruel and hard to get through. The poem also uses a metaphor: "With the same pains you use to fill a cup up to the brim,...". The poem also inlcudes similes such as, "like a pathless wood.". After the shift he is very reflective and introspective. He states that he wants to get away from earth and live in a world of imagination. However, he knows that he has to come back because you are supposed to be down on earth and not up in the clouds. He is on the line of wanting to do both though.
11: 10 | TPCASTT Analysis (Continued) | C (continued): In line 57-58, is he hinting that it is impossible to live in a world of imagination? The poem may spend so much time talking about how a boy bends trees because it can show that anyone can have imagination if they try. Can the last line, "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches", mean that one could have a worse life if they choose to not use their imagination? A: Robert Frost is being very wiskful. He longs to experience his childhood again.
12: 11 | TPCASTT Analysis (Continued) | S: At line 42, there is a shift. It is going from being descriptive (using imagery) to being reflective. T: The title of the poem, Birches, represents being free of life's worries. T: Reality has its ups and downs. When you need to take a break from life, your imagination can bring you away from your worries and brighten your spirit.
13: 12 | Narrative Poem: Track and Field | Stone faces around me, Looking straight ahead. My heart pounding, The adrenaline pumping through my body, And my legs trembling. Worried, scared, and nervous, I cannot concentrate. Scenarios racing through my mind, About the race about to become reality. I had my family on the sideline, And my friends to cheer me on. Knowing this, I felt more confident. I was ready to run. A person stepped on the track, With a gun raised in the air. Ready, Set, Go, Pow! And I was off.