Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Birches - Poem by 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.
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Topic(s) of this poem: trees

Comments about Birches by Robert Frost

  • Gold Star - 45,481 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/17/2015 2:54:00 AM)

    A life too much like a pathless wood.....Wonderful writings of the great poet. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,106 Points Melvina Germain (11/10/2015 12:28:00 PM)

    Nature, a true Blessing indeed..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 122 Points Hussain (11/10/2015 7:42:00 AM)

    Loved it. Really its very beautiful to grow up in nature. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 74 Points Diane Forth-eglon (10/8/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    Love this poem, I could feel physically cold reading it due to the descriptive words to do with cold but it was a pleasant crisp coldness. I loved the line toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,419 Points Seema Jayaraman (10/4/2015 10:53:00 PM)

    lovely poem.. so fortunate to be able to grow up with nature in farmlands...being able to swing from branches as one passes by.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,497 Points Dedan Onyango (7/15/2015 1:13:00 PM)

    Well it always one thing to know nature and another thing to paint it through words (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,116 Points Abdalla Juma Shenga (6/23/2015 9:21:00 AM)

    wonderful as always. beautiful as nature itself (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,481 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/10/2014 8:42:00 AM)

    Love to the nature the poet made wonderful poem and it is awesome. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 3:06:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Murugadas A Karippode (3/3/2014 8:16:00 AM)

    simply beautiful
    I can feel the beauty of imagination in each and every words (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrew Hoellering (12/31/2009 10:23:00 PM)

    The poem is not just about riding birches; it also works as a metaphor for doing anything well, i.e. for the patient mastering of facts and techniques involved in writing, art or science.
    Frost implies that the discipline learned in one field (e.g. by the boy who masters the art of riding his father’s trees) can successfully transfer to another.
    ‘You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen’ relates to ‘Earth’s the right place for love: /I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.’
    Frost sometimes uses nature to go beyond it to human nature, as here. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jennifer Wallace (5/28/2005 7:53:00 PM)

    I love this poem. Parts on recited in the movie, 'Here on Earth'. (Report) Reply

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