Poetry Portfolio

A Minor Bird Poem by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

I chose this poem because it fulfills the category of another poem by someone we have already studied, Robert Frost, and because I like the way it's written and the mood of it.

The Rainy Day Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Written at the old home in Portland

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

This poem fulfills the category of a poem from a poet we have not learned about yet. I like this poem a lot because its detail, it's description, and it's mood. I just like sad poems.

Sad Is The Poem I Will Never Write by Shalom Freedman

Sad is the poem I will never write
Sad is the poem of my own lost life
Sad is what we might have been
Sad is the sadness which will one day end.

This poem fulfills the category of choosing a poem that means something to me. I chose this poem because it describes how life is full of sadness and things that could have been, but at the very end, it says how it will one day end, meaning it won't last forever.

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