A swinger of birches

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…
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be…


Robert Frost ~ Birches

Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures

10 Comments on “A swinger of birches

  1. I had hoped to post some pics from my new Yorkshire domain but the weather has been unremittingly wet and windy since I moved – these winter birches on the River Don are the nearest thing to local

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  2. Aw! You posted my personal fav by Frost! Hope the weather clears up soon so you can be out there shooting! In the meantime, perhaps some close shots of a fleck of dust in its natural habitat? Hahaha! (Good to see you here, Laura!)

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    • Isn’t it a wonderful poem Jilly? Only a recent discovery for me though – has 2 distinct feelings to it and will be posting on the other half before long
      I can definitely do dust – though it always makes me think of Eliot –
      “Dust in the air suspended
      Marks the place where a story ended,”

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      • I’ve not spent near enough time in the works of Eliot – putting Little Gidding on my reading list for this week – Thanks!
        (I was a tree climber as a child, so Birches makes sense to me in a visceral way.)

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  3. Ah, I was wondering on first seeing the pics whether it was taken in your new surroundings. Looking forward to see your new habitat!

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