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Poetry Portfolio

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BC: Narrative The Sun I watch it rise each morning Each night I see it fall I watch all of its movements Just as it sees all of mine But I will never see past the horizon The sun watches beyond while I remain ignorant Past what I see wonders are happening For the first time a child rides his bike A baby-bird flies A friendship is made I long for the sight of the sun But my desire is never to be fulfilled If only just to see

FC: The Poetry Portfolio of Will S. Period 8

1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms 2-5 Birches 6-8 Birches Analysis 9-12 Ode 13 Narrative 14

2: Stanza: Two or more lines of poetry that together form one of the divisions of a poem. The stanzas of a poem are usually of the same length and follow the same pattern of meter and rhyme.

3: The Lamb By William Blake Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed, By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice; Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Little Lamb I'll tell thee, Little Lamb I'll tell thee; He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb: He is meek & he is mild, He became a little child: I a child & thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb God bless thee. Little Lamb God bless thee.

4: Envoy : The shorter final stanza of a poem, as in a ballade. The Envoy of Mr Cogito Zbigniew Herbert "...and they will reward you with what they have at hand with the whip of laughter with murder on a garbage heap go because only in this way you will be admitted to the company of cold skulls to the company of your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector Roland the defenders of the kingdom without limit and the city of ashes Be faithful Go" | Envoy : The shorter final stanza of a poem, as in a ballade.

5: Refrain: A phrase, line, or group of lines that is repeated throughout a poem, usually after every stanza. The Mermaid Author Unknown "'Twas Friday morn when we set sail, And we had not got far from land, When the Captain, he spied a lovely mermaid, With a comb and a glass in her hand. Chorus Oh the ocean waves may roll, And the stormy winds may blow, While we poor sailors go skipping aloft And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below And the land lubbers lay down below. Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship, And a jolly old Captain was he; "I have a wife in Salem town, But tonight a widow she will be." Chorus..."

6: Birches 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 Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground

7: 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

8: 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 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.

9: T: From the title it seems that the poem will be about birch trees. P: Frost is looking at birch trees and the way that they are bent. He is wishing that they are bent because a boy was swinging on them, but he knows they are bent because of an ice storm. Frost then describes how the boy would swing, if the trees were bent from a boy swinging, like he used to. Also, Frost describes how is life used to be weary free, but now his life is complicated. He then describes how he wants to be away from his worries by climbing to the top of trees and that it is not the worse thing to swing on birches.

10: C: I believe the swinger of birch trees are symbolic for children enjoying their care-free childhood life where creativity is accepted I also think the part of the poem where frost says one-eye is weeping because a twig has lashed it open is saying that in life their are too many small troubles like getting a cut because after that he says he would like to get away from earth for a while. I believe the ice-storms represent worries and troubles because Frost says that the ice-storms bend the trees down and that he would rather they were bent because of a boy swinging on them.

11: Also, when Frost says on line fifty-five he would like to climb a birch tree toward heaven until the tree couldn't take anymore until it dipped and set him down again I believe he is syaing he would like to go back to his carefree and creative childhood for a while via the birch trees until he has to get back to the reality of his adult life when the tree would set him down. Finally, when Frost says in the last line one could do worse than be a swinger of birches he is saying that it is not always a bad thing to ignore adult worries for a while and be creative and just live life without as many worries such as a child does.

12: A:Frost is speaking nostagically and longing for childhood when life is less complicated and worrisome. S:There is a shift between line forty and forty-one when Frost goes from imagining a story about how a boy was swinging on the birches to pondering how he used to be a "swinger of birches" and whether or not he could be that way again. T:Birches are in this poem a place of sancutuary away from adult troubles where expressing creativeness is alright. T:The theme is to savor your childhood, but also as an adult to not let worries overpower you and still allow yourself to live creatively.

13: Ode Ode To Sleep Ode to sleep for you blissful escape for you freeness of mind for your moments of tranquility for letting all worries fall away Ode to sleep for your disguising of reality for your consitent tardiness for overstaying you welcome for ruining one's hair Ode to sleep

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