![]() Whose only play was what he found himself,Īnd not one but hung limp, not one was leftįor him to conquer. ![]() Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, I should prefer to have some boy bend themĪs he went out and in to fetch the cows. With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hairīefore them over their heads to dry in the sun.īut I was going to say when Truth broke in Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground You may see their trunks arching in the woods So low for long, they never right themselves: They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,Īnd they seem not to break though once they are bowed You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust. Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells Often you must have seen themĪs the breeze rises, and turn many-coloredĪs the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.īut swinging doesn’t bend them down to stayĪs ice-storms do. When I see birches bend to left and rightĪcross the lines of straighter darker trees, If you’re interested, check out our analysis on ‘ Acquainted With The Night‘ and ‘ The Sound of Trees‘. If you find this poem analysis useful, you can access the full Frost poetry course. This breakdown of meaning and analysis is tailored towards CIE/ Cambridge and CCEA A Level syllabuses, but it’s also suitable for anyone studying the poem at any level (GCSE to University), or for any exam board (including Edexcel, AQA, WJEC / Eduqas, and OCR). Frost explores the flexibility of birches, whilst being equally adaptable with his interpretations of the deeper themes and ideas in the poem. ‘Birches’ is a beautiful, slightly awkward poem about youth, nostalgia, and spirituality, as you will see yourself in the analysis below. ![]()
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