FC: Poetry Portfolio | By: John | By John Wegener
1: Table of Contents | Poetry terms: 2-3 Birches Poem and TPCASTT: 4-7 Original Poetry:8-11
2: 3 New Poetry Terms | Cliche A time-worn expression which has lost its vitality and to some extent its original meaning. Example: busy as bees
3: Epiphany A term that refers to "a sudden spiritual manifestation." Example: He suddenly understood the material. | REFRAIN A line, or part of a line, or group of lines, which is repeated in the course of a poem, sometimes with slight changes, usually at the end of each stanza. The refrain occurs in many ballads and poems. Example: The word "Nevermore" in Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" functions as a refrain.
4: 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-coloured 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, 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 | "Birches" by Robert Frost
5: 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 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.
6: TPCASTT Analysis of Birches by Robert Frost | T: Something to do with trees P: This poem's gist is that the narrator wants to be a kid again so he can play and not have any worries. C: There is a metaphor comparing life to a pathless wood. (line 45 and 46) The path symbolizes your parents raising you and teaching you how to live. In a pathless wood, you might not always know where to go. This could mean you will have to make decisions for yourself as an adult that is not on the path. On line 49 and 50 the mood changes. It goes from violence to the narrator wishing he could leave earth for a while. There are many ways you can think of these two lines, and how I interpreted it was I think that the author wishes that he could start life over with the knowledge that he had before. With this knowledge he would succeed more than he did before. On line 10 there is personification. The birches are shedding their crystal shells.
7: On line 42 and 43, there is a mood change. It goes from how he would jump off of the birches and fly through the air, to how he once was a birch-swinger and he wants to be again. I think he's trying to say how he wishes he could be a kid again, and have fun without any worries at all. On line 60, Robert Frost says, "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches". I think he's trying to say how adults can have fun, too. How it's not all work all the time and adults should have fun and sometimes even do a childish thing. But most of all I think he wants people to relax and have some fun more often. A: The tone is calm and relaxing. The poem has a slow pace. S: There is a shift between line 41 and 42. Frost is talking about how he thinks a boy would jump off of the branches like a diving board, then he switches gears and starts talking about how he used to trampoline off of birches when he was little and had no worries. T: Birches are how the little boy who had nobody to play with plays, how the narrator will restart his life with everything he knows, and how the narrator will spend his next life. T: The theme in this Poem is childhood. This relates to life because everyone is a kid at one point in their life, and everyone would love to go back to when they were a kid and play without any worries. Because childhood is the best time of life, and Robert Frost is embracing it.
8: Original Poetry Original Poetry | Ode Poem : | Ode Poem : | Ode to the cubs in the stands with our subs ode to the field old wrigley field so many memories you give and as long as we live every season every game they will all chant your name with your best friend beside the ball goes for a ride we'll all be singing in the seventh inning take me out to the ballgame but it's not just a ballgame the american pasttime we all need to spend some time in the stands with your subs chanting let's go Cubs | Ode Poem:
10: Original Poetry | Narrative Poem : | Pamplona, spain, a good place to be except for the day they run through the streets. Except for one day, one day of the year When a popular event brings many a tear The one day of the year when red's not in fashion if you're red in the street it's you they'll be thrashin' so you'd better run fast, to a place far away and pray to god you'll see the next day i ran as fast as i could and nearly got swiped by a bull's big white horn as sharp as a knife I have no idea what was on my mind but it seemed like a good idea at the time | Narrative Poem:
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