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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Erin J
1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms- Pages 2-4 Birches- Pages 5-7 Poetry Analysis- Pages 8-10 Ode To A Cat- Page 11 Lucky- Page 12-13 Back Cover- Page 14
2: Poetry Terms | Consonance- The repetition of consonants or of a consonant pattern, especially at the ends of words. Example- Blank or think and strong or string
3: Poetry Terms | Apostrophe- The direct address of an absent or imaginary person or of a personified abstraction Example- Twinkle, twinkle little star.
4: Poetry Terms | Stanza- An arrangement of a certain number of lines, usually four or more, sometimes having a fixed length, meter, or rhyme scheme, forming a division of a poem. Example- I have a cat, He is so fat, He lays around and sleeps, My kitty cat, He caught a rat, And is so good to me.
5: 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 So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods
6: 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 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.
7: 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.
8: Poetry Analysis | T- I think that the title Birches means life. The base of the Birch tree is the beginning of life, the middle is being middle-ages, or going throght the middle years of your life, and the top is the end or life. P- This poem is about somebody who wants to be a child again for a little while. In childhood, there are no worries or troubles. C- On line eight and nine of the poem, it goes "As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel." That was an example of imagery. When I hear this, I visualize a bunch of tall trees that have crisp crackeling leaves in Autumn. Then on line ten of Birches, there is and example of alliteration. "Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells."
9: I underlined where the alliteration occurs. On lines 18 and 19 of the poem, there is a simile. "Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair." Robert Frost was comparing the traling leaves of the Birches to girls drying their hair. When girls dry their hair, they tend to make it flop around and spread out. On line 21, I found an example of personifacation. "But I was going to say when Truth broke in." Robert Frost was making it seem like truth was breaking in. Truth cannot walk, so that means he gave it traits of a human. "One could do worse than to be a swinger of birches." That is the very last line of the poem. I'm not entirely sure of what this means, but I think that maybe Frost is saying that some people could do worse than to wish or hope. Maybe he is saying that wishing to be a child for a little bit is not a bad thing. It is worse to be without hope and live your life sulking, than to be with hope.
10: A- This poem makes me think of all the good times being a kid. The beginning is interesting because of all the weather descriptions. It makes me feel adventurous. S- The shift is on line 42 of the poem. I think that it is the shift because suddenly, Robert Frost goes from tellinga story about other children to a story of himslef, wanting to be a kid. T- I now think that the title Birches is symbolic. I think it symbolizes life and how short childhood is. Birch trees are tall, life is short. T- I think the poem means that life is short and you should not waste time. Even though Birch trees are tall, childhood is short and people should enjoy every bit of it. I think Robert Frost's message is supposed to be have fun in life.
11: Ode To A Cat Ode | You are my faithful kitty, And you are so funny, oh Plus, are so pretty, But sometimes I say no, Like when you bite or scratch, It makes me very mad, Now my jeans need a patch, That does not make a fad, You wake me up at five, I start freaking out, You are so alive, But, I love you, no doubt.
12: Lucky Narrative Poem | There once was a Leprechaun, And he was shunned, From towns, cities, and other good places, So he was isolated in a small cave, It was very scary, He had no gold, So who did he live with? His pet canary! It tweeted and tweeted, on and on, And the little Leprechaun, Did not know waht was wrong, He went to the doctor, the surgeon, the priest, To pray for his birdy to rest in peace, But in a couple of days, the canary stopped tweeting,
13: The Leprechaun jumped for glee, oh glee! And thought of the good things he had in life, He thought and thought for two days worth, And realized all he needed was hope and his bird.