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  • Essay / Analysis of Robert Frost's poem, Birches - 874

    In Robert Frost's poem "Birches", the poem does not vaguely say who the narrator is but it is assumed that it is a man. The poem establishes a parallel between two worlds. The poem is set on a winter morning in the woods with icy white birch trees dotting the landscape. The poem is not about the landscape, but rather the narrator's images of his past. The branches of the birch question the narrator about what is real and what is not. This "swinging" event has a great effect on the narrator, leading him to imagine "a boy was swinging" in the birch tree "bending it left and right." This is where reality takes over his imagination because “the swing doesn’t force them to stay”; ice storms do that. The swaying and swaying of the branches has great consequences for the narrator. The narrator moves away from reality and speaks of an escape from the reality of life. He wants to return to Earth because "Earth is the right place for love." He wants this departure to be temporary. Swinging on the birch branch is a temporary exit from one's own reality, it is one's imagination. Reaching “heaven” depends on the narrator reaching these “higher branches.” Slowly climbing the trunk, “always pushing upwards, further from the imperfect burns, from the tears, from the earth and from the truth, but always ready at the top of the arc to descend back to Earth. » The narrator talks about the real effect that nature's ice has on birch trees. Nature weighs down the branches. This event also has an impact on the narrator. The narrator once again moves from the world of reality to the world of imagination. The narrator's creative imagination is based on the scene of broken and mutilated birch branches, "ark...... middle of paper........ leave you alone. I live next door to a family who has a white wooden fence between their garden and ours. We do not have a fence but rather a row of arborvitae trees. Over the past summer, our neighbor repaired the rotten part of his fence, which really struck me with this poem. There is some reality in the idea that “good fences make good neighbors.” But most people wouldn't think of things that way at first. I believe that if a neighbor installs a high fence to divide the property, he wants no other good neighbor than the fence itself to divide the two properties. Breaking down walls of separation leads to community and mutual knowledge. However, the installation of partitions leads to almost non-existent knowledge of the other neighbor. Neighbors may disagree on whether they should have a wall, fence or partition to separate them, but in fact, "good fences make good neighbors »..”