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FC: The Poetry Portfolio By Lia

1: Tabel Of Contents | Terms............................Pg.2-4 Poetry Analysis/Poem...............Pg.6-11 Poems........................Pg.12-13

3: Name Poem A name poem tells about the word. It uses the letters of the word for the first letter of each line. | Allen smiles with non-judgmental eyes: Lightly, as though all were clear and sane. Love, like glass, protects him from the rain, Even though he sees the darkened skies Near desperate with violence and pain.

4: Limerick A short sometimes bawdy, humorous poem of consisting of five anapaestic lines. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of a Limerick have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other. | There was an Old Person whose habits, Induced him to feed upon rabbits; When he'd eaten eighteen, He turned perfectly green, Upon which he relinquished those habits. By Edward Lear

5: Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku reflects on some aspect of nature. | An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again. By Basho

6: “Birches” – 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 5 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 10 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

7: 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. 20 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 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 By riding them down over and over again 30

8: 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 And so not carrying the tree away 35 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, 40 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 45

9: 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. 50 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. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 60

10: TPCASTT T: The literal meaning of the title is trees( birche trees to be specific ). P: The speaker is talking about what he is seeing, what he is feeling, and what he is is seeing in reality and what is not reality. C: In this poem theree is a lot of imagery. Such as when Frost says " Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun." Another example is " I should prefer to have some boy bend them as he went out and in to fetch the cows". Frost also uses repitition as seen here, " 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..." frost repats the boy theme.

11: A: The author is speaking in a lethargic mood and begins to daze off out of reality but then comes back to reality. S: The shift in this poem is where frost goes from talking in reality but gets sucked into his own past or imagination. T: The title now represents his child hood or what he see's by looking at thses trees he sees farm boys climbing on the trees and using them as diving boards. T: The poem is saying remember memories from the past. Your childhood for example. But do not get too tied up in the past you must keep moving forward but while going forward respect life and the things around you and make the best of what you've got. The very last line in the poem means ypu are either in reality or you are not and it is good to go back and forth. But Do not me one or the other.

12: Ode The Beach By Lia Bischoff Sandy and wet. Sunny and windy. Oh I love you beach. You make me happy and filled with endless joy. I would not care what the weather, I will always visit you. Your waves are huge and powerful but, you have a mind of your own and feelings to respect. When your waters are flat your are at ease. When your waters are fierce you are infuriated. I hope to visit you soon, always and forever...

13: Icy Hot By Lia Bischoff Rushed. Blood racing. Heart beating. The ice is cold but my skates are hot. Over the boards I go. BAM!I just hit someone. It's just me or am I alone on the ice? Oh I am its a break away. It’s just me and the goalie now. I shoot...I score. Coach says what a hot goal!

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