FC: Poetry Portfolio By:Chris M
1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms..........2-3 Poetry Analasys.........4-6 My Ode.....................8 My Narrative...............9
2: Oxymoron:A combination of contradictory terms Honest Lawyer senryu (senrOO') [key], a Japanese poem structurally similar to the haiku but primarily concerned with human nature. It is usually humorous or satiric. Used loosely, the term means a poem similar to the haiku that does not meet the criteria for haiku ex:Stealthy warrior, Creeping through darkness now, Trips over stick
3: Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature ex:the praying mantis still raising his axes all burnt up
4: Birches:WHEN I see birches bend to left and right - Birches bend Across the line of straighter darker trees, -its in a forrest and its different I like to think some boy's been swinging them. -he thinks a boys been swinging But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. - but a boy hasnt been swinging Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them -icestorms do that not boys 5 Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning -its winter and theres ice on them After a rain. They click upon themselves the branches hit each other As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored there shiny As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. there enamels are crazy Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells 10 -the sun will melt off some ice Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— -the shells will all fall together Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away -it makes a mess You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. -its beutifull They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, theres more shells still to come And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed 15 -they are strong trees So low for long, they never right themselves: -but they never goback to origonal form You may see their trunks arching in the woods -you might see them Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground -after many years the'll die Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair -branche look like long hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 20 But I was going to say when Truth broke in I should prefer to have some boy bend them -he would prefer a boy to have bent 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 -the boy learned baseball but he liked to subdue 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 -he jumped off the branches And so not carrying the tree away 35 -he didnt hold the tree when he jumped Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
5: 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; -hes talking about himself 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-he wants to be a boy again 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 -even if he gets hurt doing it he wants to 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.-he wants to die doing what he loves One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 60
6: T:Trees P:(Look poem) C:Line 13 metaphor, A:Writing like hes daydreaming abou swinging on birches. S:He shifts from imagination to him being an adult. T:The trees are great and wonderfull. T:Birches are great.
8: Ode Red the color of love ...but also blood Yellow the color of happiness Blue the color of sadness White the color of serenity and peace Black the color of death and gloom Roses are flowers of feelings But aren't they Just flowers its us that gives them power
9: Narrative I wake up in a cold sweat I say to my self everything is fine I slowely start to drift back to sleep But then a crash I think to myself must be the cat. But...Hes lying right beside me I start to panic I take slow soft steps I take a look inside I see a man ... i crouch down then jump! thud I caught him I caught him he says get OFF!!! I say sorry dad.