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 thems...