Birches Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGHIJDKLMFNOPK QRHCSHTUBVCWXYDZHA2B 2C2OZHZD2ZEKHE2HDF2E 2HG2H2VI2Z

When I see birches bend to left and rightA
Across the lines of straighter darker treesB
I like to think some boy's been swinging themC
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stayD
Ice storms do that Often you must have seen themC
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morningE
After a rain They click upon themselvesF
As the breeze rises and turn many coloredG
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamelH
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shellsI
Shattering and avalanching on the snow crustJ
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep awayD
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallenK
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the loadL
And they seem not to break though once they are bowedM
So low for long they never right themselvesF
You may see their trunks arching in the woodsN
Years afterwards trailing their leaves on the groundO
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hairP
Before them over their heads to dry in the sunK
But I was going to say when Truth broke inQ
With all her matter of fact about the ice stormR
Now am I free to be poeticalH
I should prefer to have some boy bend themC
As he went out and in to fetch the cowsS
Some boy too far from town to learn baseballH
Whose only play was what he found himselfT
Summer or winter and could play aloneU
One by one he subdued his father's treesB
By riding them down over and over againV
Until he took the stiffness out of themC
And not one but hung limp not one was leftW
For him to conquer He learned all there wasX
To learn about not launching out too soonY
And so not carrying the tree awayD
Clear to the ground He always kept his poiseZ
To the top branches climbing carefullyH
With the same pains you use to fill a cupA2
Up to the brim and even above the brimB2
Then he flung outward feet first with a swishC2
Kicking his way down through the air to the groundO
So was I once myself a swinger of birchesZ
And so I dream of going back to beH
It's when I'm weary of considerationsZ
And life is too much like a pathless woodD2
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebsZ
Broken across it and one eye is weepingE
From a twig's having lashed across it openK
I'd like to get away from earth awhileH
And then come back to it and begin overE2
May no fate willfully misunderstand meH
And half grant what I wish and snatch me awayD
Not to return Earth's the right place for loveF2
I don't know where it's likely to go betterE2
I'd like to go by climbing a birch treeH
And climb black branches up a snow white trunkG2
Toward heaven till the tree could bear no moreH2
But dipped its top and set me down againV
That would be good both going and coming backI2
One could do worse than be a swinger of birchesZ

Robert Lee Frost



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