FC: Warning: This Book Contains More Poetry
1: Table of Contents Page 2-4..................... Poetry Terms Page 5-12............... Poetry Analysis Page 13.............................. Narrative Page 14...................................... Ode
2: Antithesis is two contradictory ideas written with a similar grammatical structure. "We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools." ~Martin Luther King, Jr.
3: Caesura is a pause in a poetic line, usually in the middle, marked by the sign "II". "To err is human; || to forgive, divine. " ~Alexander Pope (Hey, this is also antithesis!)
4: Enjambment is the running on of the thought from one line, couplet, or stanza to the next without a syntactical break. "I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree." ~Joyce Kilmer
5: 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-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 | 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: T: Trees and leaves on the ground, or a fall scene. P: He sees the trees bent over and imagines that they are arched because boys have been swinging on them, even though he knows that this is becuase of ice storms. He descrribes how the ice freezes over the trees, which archs them. The ice then melts and shatters, and the trees never return to there upright state. Frost then begins to describe what he wants to believe, that a boy from a rural area who likes ride on the tree. Frost describes also how the boy seems to climb the tree with much effort to bend them. He then decribes how he was a swinger of birches, or an imaginative child. He is now an adult who seems trapped in unpredictable events. He wants to escape reality for a brief period, but knows that the real world is a beautiful thing as well, so he would return. He
7: can imagine to a certain extent, and then will continue with real life. He ends by saying that being a dreamer is not a bad thing, but subtly hints that it's not the best of things. C: Frost is very descriptive when mentioning the ice on the trees. "loaded with a sunny winter morning after a rain. They click upon themselves as the breeze rises..." He begins to talk in a more metaphorical way when he says, "You'd think the inner dome of Heaven had fallen." He says this because there is broken ice that seemed to come from the sky, but also foreshadows references to height and the land beyond limits.
8: C: (continued) Frost says, "So low for so long, they never right themselves." He is trying to show the longlasting effects of the real world on an object, or to a person. He uses a nice simile to describe the bending trees. "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun." When Frost is talking about the ice storm throughout the poem, he is talking about it as the real world, while the tree is a world of imagination. At first, he makes the real world seem cold and cruel while saying the other world is glorious. By the shift, however, he makes it clear that both worlds are wonderful. Too much of the real world will make you lose your imagination and childhood spirit, while too much of the
9: C: (continued) imaginary world will make you dull. If you live in a world of desire, how can you imagine anything better? You can only think about what's worse, but since you live in a world of desire, you're really going to lose emotion all together. Frost seems to agree when he says that Earth is the right place for love. I find it ironic how we reduce limitations to make us happy when it's the limitations themselves that make us happy. Frost says that the boy had no trees left to conquer when they were all limp. The imaginary world can get boring. That's why the real world is nice. It's dynamic. He used a very significant metaphor when he compared the boy climbing the tree to filling a cup beyond its brim. Beyond the brim is the
10: C: (continued) imaginary world where limits do not apply. Frost is glad he came down because if he hadn't, he might have never returned to the real world. Frost wishes he was a birch swinger again because in his adult years, he is beginning to loose touch with the imaginary world and is too flustered with real life. I liked his simile, "Life is too much like a pathless wood," becuase life is very unpredictable. In the imaginary world, you get to be in control. Frost's reference to fate was very profound because he had made it abundantly clear the he wants both worlds, not one.
11: C: (continued) The weird part about the poem is the last line. He never says that it's either good or bad to be a swinger of birches. I think he says it's good, but limit yourself and don't lose what you have. Clearly, one could do worse than be a swinger of birches. I would go on, but becuase of a lack of space and fear of repeating myself even more, I shall cease connotataions. A: Frost feels a little sad for himself, but confident that he can rebuild himself. He seems nostalgiac a lot in the end. S: I felt two shifts in the poem. The first is when he begins to talk metaphrically after his line about Heaven's dome. He goes from rather gloomy to
12: S: (continued) cheerful almost. Then he shifts again when he begins talking about himself and the two worlds. He makes it seem hopeful even though he described how hard life can be. It also changes the meaning of the boy a lot because he was innocence, but becomes Frost who may get lost in the world of desire. T: A symbol of imagination and it's connection to real life. T: It is a lesson about life. Think outside the box, but don't get locked out of the box.
13: Ode to the Flying Spaghetti Monster O Flying Spaghetti Monster, The holiest of sages Answers those who ponder And has done so through the ages. He remains by your side whenever the thunder rages His Noodliness will be your guide On the path to enlightenment. Of the gods, he is bona fide and only He provides nourishment in truly delicious ways that eliminates bedevilment on the dimmest of days. He defies all physics and all truths But why Him do I praise? He is the love that's not uncouth, a power that will again charge the world. R'Amen!
14: Prophets I went to see a prophet once For one because I was bored. But also because I was wondering What the future had in store. She lived in a clandestine home, Much to my dismay. It seemed that when I found it, though, I couldn't walk away. And so I went in I went into her house. She stared at me awhile. Time and space felt somehow glitched; I was slow but yet agile. She closed her old misleading eyes. My fate she would soon give. When she awoke she looked distressed. "My boy, you've not long to live!" At first I gazed at her in horror, Then chortled, "You've lost your mind!" I turned around to leave, but then She stabbed me from behind. I don't much care for prophets now Becuase one murdered me. So the next time you cross a prophet, Tell police immediately.