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FC: Poetry Booklet Tommy M. P5

1: •Poetry terms............................................................................................................2-4 •Tpcastt poetry analysis .......................................................................5-12 •Narrative poem....................................................................................................13 •Ode ........................................................................................................................................14 | Table Of Contents

2: Poetry Terms | Trope A Figure of speech such as a metonymy in which the words are not used in their acutual form

3: Tanka A Japenese poem of five lines the first and third have five syllables and the rest have seven

4: Stanza Two or more lines of poetry that form a divison of a poem.

5: Tpcastt Analyisis | 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 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

6: 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.

7: 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— 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

8: 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,

9: 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.

10: 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.

11: Tpcastt Poetry anylasis | T:I think when he says birches he means birch trees. P:He is talking about how the trees got warped by the ice storms and how he wishes they were warped by kids swinging on them but he realizes that kids’ swinging on the trees doesn’t permanently warp them and only ice storms can do that. C:He uses personification to connect to the reader because then they can relate to the action the trees are doing. He uses metaphors to give the reader an idea of what this might look like in real life. And he used the blank verse poem to be able to choose to write about and be free with what he was doing. He used some rhymes to get that statement to stand out to the reader and get the reader to think about that line a little more than the rest. A:It shows how he is growing up and becoming an adult and how he remembers bending the trees when he was a kid and is sad that he can’t do that anymore. He is also sad because the trees are bent and different from when he remembered.

12: S:He starts to believe that the trees were bent by kids playing on them a lot but towards the end he thinks and knows that the trees were bent by the ice storms. And at the last line I think one means the ice storm and how it has done more warping than someone swinging on the branches. T:I think that he is trying to say that things happen and that doesn’t mean that they happen the way you want them to happen. T:I thought that the birches represented childhood and how swinging and swinging can be so much fun but then ruined y something terrible that happened in this case the ice storms.

13: Narritive Poem | The Little Fish who got stuck in a rock Their once was a little fish. He was the smallest fish in his school and was often picked on by the bigger fish but this fish had something no other fish had, a job his job was waching the sea horses play far from town he was bored so he decided to take a week away form work to go explore the rest of the ocean and he told his boss and left the next day he was a hundred miles away from his house and saw a dollar in between some rocks and wanted to go get it so he reached down and grabed the dolar but when he tried to stand up his fin was stuck and couldn't get it out so he reached into his pocket to get his cell phone and unfortunately he droped into a canyon after a few days and finally someone came by to find him and help him out and he got back to his town and was very happy.

14: Ode Poem | The one who gives us light The one who heats our cold shivering bodies The one who gives us sight The one who lets us enjoy life The one that makes the snow sparkle The one that makes the wter glicten The one that gives us energy The one that lights the morning sky The one that makes the summers warm The one who makes the beach sand burn your feet The one that makes our winters cold The one is our sun

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