He knows that they are, in fact, bent by ice storms. He used to do this himself and dreams of going back to those days. The force behind it comes from contrary pulls—truth and imagination, earth and heaven, concrete and spirit, control and abandon, flight and return. We have the earth below, we have the world of the treetops and above, and we have the motion between these two poles.
Arisha Tahir. The poem has been written by poet Robert Frost. It was included in the third Mountain Interval poetry collection of Frost, published in It consists of 59 lines and is one of the most anthologized poems 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. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. 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.