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Robert Frost Poetry Prezi
Transcript of Robert Frost Poetry Prezi
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. Literary Devices from the poem I created Poetry Prezi Literary Devices from A Late Walk Simile: "The headless aftermath smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew"
He compares a tree with no leaves to a thatch.
Metaphor: "The Whir of sober birds up from the tangle of withered weeds is sadder than any words"
He compared the sad sounds of the birds with the sadness from the sad words.
Personification: "sober birds", and "A tree beside the wall stands bare"
Alliteration:"withered weeds" Simile: " Piles of leaves have been formed like the laundry piles at the end of the week. Author's style of writing and how it's special Robert Frost does not have one specific style of how he creates his poems. There are many different types of styles that Robert writes in.The way he forms his poems depends on the theme ,length, portrayal, etc. Robert Frost can not be limited to one style of writing because he likes vary them. Metaphor: The green grass can no longer be with autumn coming, For which is sadder than a hot drink on a summer’s day.
Personification: the bald trees stand in front of me Alliteration: The green growing grass can no longer be with autumn coming
When I walk outside
A myriad of orange and brown leaves have fallen to the ground.
Piles of leaves have been formed like laundry piles at the end of the week.
Leaves cover the entire garden path.
And when the bald trees stand in front of me,
The loss of bird chirps is what I can feel inside of me.
The green growing grass can no longer be with autumn coming,
For which is sadder than a hot drink on a summer’s day.
The days grow shorter,
And temperatures are milder.
Where the morning sun takes it’s time to rise,
And the evening stars appear before my eyes.
The end of summer seems so far when spring is near,
By the beginning of fall it appears so close.
The last flower I saw alive
Makes me wonder until next time. The Falling Leaves