'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....
'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.'
'One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.'
Robert Frost, from 'Birches'
Painting: Winslow Homer. The Birch Swing ,1864
A delightful post ... such a lovely painting and what a fun poem to match!
ReplyDelete'Birches' is one of my favorite poems, Brenda - and when I ran across this painting I immediately thought of it!
DeleteLove this poem!! I want to climb the birches like this too!! Though it would not be a pretty sight!! Thanks for the painting, which is perfect, and the poem Nancy!!
ReplyDeleteCan you see me climbing the birch tree next to the one you're in? I'm there, of course.... but the sight of me climbing is hopefully hidden from everyone :) !
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