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BC: Silver, cool, and shines in the sun, My best friend to take around for fun. Gas, gas half of my bill, I guess that's the bad part to the thrill. The debt, debt from my credit card bill, The negative voice of my new, shiny, perfect car, The worst thing I have seen so far. Ode to my new car. | 14

FC: Elizabeth's Poetry Portfolio! | P.8

1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms pg.2 Analysis pg.5 Narrative pg.10 Ode pg.13 | 1

2: Pun: The usually humorous use of a word in such a way as to suggest two or more of its meanings or the meaning of another word similar in sound. Ex.) A bicycle can't stand alone because it is two-tired. | Pun: The usually humorous use of a word in such a way as to suggest two or more of its meanings or the meaning of another word similar in sound. Ex.) A bicycle can't stand alone because its two-tired. | 2

3: Analogy: The comparason of two pairs that have the same relationship. Ex.) Hot is to cold as fire is to ice. | 3

4: Allusion: A brief reference to a person, event, place (real or fictious), or to a work of art. Ex.)Stephen Vincent Benet's story, "By The Waters Of Babylon", contains a direct reference to Psalm 137 in the Bible. | 4

5: 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. 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 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 than be a swinger of birches. | TPCASTT 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 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 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, | 5 5

6: 6 | Analysis: T: I believe this story will be about the trees. P: This poem is about how birch trees will always be around, hanging limp and maybe a kid will come and swing on them. C: There is imagery in this poem when he says, "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." Lines 46-48

7: 7 | There is a metaphor in line twelve. He compares ice falling from the trees to glass. "Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-- Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away. In line thirteen there is imagery. "You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen." There is a simile on lines 18 and 19. "Years afterward, trailing their leaves on the ground, Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair." There is imagery on lines 57-58. "Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again."

8: A: The author loves birch trees and really wants a young kid to swing on them. S: There is a shift in the last line where he suddenly ends with "One can do worse than be a swinger of birches." | 8

9: T: After reading this poem, the title represents how the Birches are, bent and how they could be. T: I think the theme is live your life to the fullest. I think this because the bent birches represent you discouraged and sad, and the kids represent the people who are stepping all over you. You need to shake off the "ice" from the storm and live your life to the fullest. | 9

10: A Hero in a Tale When I pass the schoolyard near, It reminds me of a tale I hear. A tale of wisdom, truth, and fear, It originated here, my dears. One man, a strong man, Came out into the world to help as he can. | 10

11: Inexperierenced, but confidant through, The tough struggles that never happen to me and you. Prevailing, always coming through, He rose to the top with help from all of you. Now we celebrate the inaguration of Barack Obama, who made it through all of this drama. | 11

12: Behind this bullet-proof glass, He will break history at last. I hope he will fix this terrible war, And bring peace forever more. | 12

13: Ode To My New Car Fast, like the speed of sound, For us, cars make the world go round. Never stopping, always going, My new life involves to and fro-ing. | 13

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