Birches: complete summary
Stanza 1–2 (Lines 1–5):
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.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do.
Explanation:
The speaker observes birch trees bending and imagines a boy has been swinging on them. But he knows that the actual cause is something else — nature itself, specifically ice storms.
Stanza 3–5 (Lines 6–20):
Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
Explanation:
This section vividly describes how ice storms weigh down birch trees. The frozen branches glisten and crack in the sun, creating a beautiful but destructive scene. The branches get permanently bent under the weight — unlike the temporary bending from a boy’s swinging.
Stanza 6 (Lines 21–27):
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them…
Explanation:
The speaker uses a simile comparing the birch trees to girls drying their hair. He acknowledges “Truth” — the reality of ice storms — but still prefers his imagined version involving a playful boy. It highlights the tension between harsh reality and comforting imagination.
Stanza 7–9 (Lines 28–41):
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father’s trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground.
Explanation:
The imagined boy becomes a symbol of self-reliance and simple joy. He plays alone in nature, learning discipline and control through climbing and swinging. The detail of not “launching out too soon” shows a life lesson about patience and awareness.
Stanza 10–11 (Lines 42–53):
He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
Explanation:
The boy climbs with balance and care, then swings down freely. This mirrors the poet’s desire to return to the innocence and joy of childhood. The transition from memory to dream suggests a deep yearning to escape adulthood for a simpler time.
Stanza 12 (Lines 54–59):
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
Explanation:
Here, the speaker opens up emotionally. Life feels confusing and painful — like wandering lost in the woods. This is when he most longs to swing birches again, to find relief and clarity from life’s burdens.
Stanza 13 (Lines 60–65):
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
Explanation:
The poet wishes for a temporary escape, not death. He values life and love on earth despite its difficulties. This stanza presents the poem’s central emotional truth: escape is desirable, but life is ultimately worth returning to.
Final Stanza (Lines 66–70):
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Explanation:
The poet ends with the image of climbing to heaven metaphorically through a birch tree, but gently returning to earth. Being a "swinger of birches" becomes a symbol of someone who balances dreams with reality, imagination with truth.