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FC: Poetry Portfolio By: Jack K

1: Table of Contents Literary Terms.............2-3 TPCASTT...........................4-9 Narative Poem..............10 Ode Poem..........................11

2: Poetry Terms | Epigram- A short, polished,pithy saying, usaully in a verse, often with a satiric or paradoxical twist at the end. Example: A Lame Begger by John Donne I am unable, yonder begins to cry, To stand, or move;if he say true, he lies. Refrain- A line or group of lines that is repeated throughout a poem, usaully after every stanza. Example: The Raven By Edgar Allen Poe And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted nevermore.

3: Couplet- A couplet has rhyming stanzas each made up of two lines. Shakespearean sonnets usaully end in a couplet. Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare ...Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge. If this be error and upon me proved, I never write, nor no man ever loved

4: Poetry Analysis | "Birches" By: Robert Frost 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 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 heeps 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

5: Years after wards, 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 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.

6: 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 os 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 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, 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 then be a swinger of branches.

7: TPCASTT Analysis | T: A refernece to life, mostly on how big of adifference there is when you move. P:This poem is about the change of one life style, to another. He has no regrets in this poem for swinging on his dad's birch tree, for they have been his pride and joy of his childhood. In the end he just wishes that he could come back to his childhood and have the feeling of home. C: 1)My first connotation was in lines 5, 6, and 7. Robert Frost says," Often you must have seen them loaded with ice a sunny winter morning after a rain." He uses imagery to explain how nature can bend trees. It also shows that birches can be bent by nature too. 2) Robert Frost in lines 38 and 39 uses a simile to express his feelings for climbing his father's trees. When he says " above the brim," that means that he never stopped climbing, until he reached the top.

8: C: 3) During lines 44-48 he uses metonymy. This shows how climbing his father's trees taught him life lessons. For example, when life gets tough or difficult, you should take a break and rejuvenate. 4)Later in the poem, along lines 51, 52, and 53 Frost uses an apostrophe. He talks to god in this statement about bringing him back to his childhood. He does not want god to get any part of his wish wrong, or else he will not be satisfied. 5)The last stanza is pretty much about having no regrets for being a swinger of birches and is content of his childhood. A: Throughout this poem the mood was in a heartbroken state. The author obviously was wanting to go back to when he was small, so he could could be regardless of any thoughts. S: Most of the poem was about remebering his childhood. Then on lines 51-53, the mood changed to a mournful regret of starting life over.

9: T: You should always enjoy and remember priceless times, such as your childhood. T: This poem is saying that plain, bland, things can be treasures to other people. This relates to life in picking a job, wife, actions, etc.

10: Narrative Poem Center Field It has been a long day, In center field, Nobody ever hits the ball out here. I am freezing my arm off, And my mom forgot to pack my sweater. My coach is an evil man, And my team stinks, To the extreme! I don't get to hit, I am the slowest person on the team, And once again, I'm in center field.

11: Ode Poem Ode to Pucks The rubber puck, You sometimes need luck. For it can jump, hop, slide, And even have eyes. Your stick is no match, For its unstoppable path. It can help people, Or be a devil. Whether or not you like it, The game of hockey, Would not survive without it.

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