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PostPosted: January 10 19, 9:39 am 
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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.
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 themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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.

There is a special corner in woods, on the north side of an eastern Pennsylvania mountain, not too steep, but just easy enough to navigate without exerting too much energy, depending on age, of course. I say “corner” because an old overgrown, abandoned power line runs south to north along one side and and underground pipe line runs west to east on the other. This narrow trail leads into the woods where any number of deer trails cross the underground line and lead me to that special spot of which I speak. Deer trails that have been used by generations of deer for possibly hundreds of years. I have only visited there since 1969. There is a little group of white birch in a section of that corner of the woods, surrounded by tall grasses. About four different stands of white birch, with three or four trunks bending slightly up and outwards with bark peeling. I have often wondered if the Indians that lived in these woods a long time ago used birch like these to build their canoes. There are many pretty spots in the woods to visit, to hunt, to think and to just enjoy nature. But this little stand of white birch, with criss-crossing deer trails, is the prettiest spot I have found. It’s quiet. Occasionally a nuthatch flitters by and sits close to me. It gives me much pleasure to be there.


Sounds like a great spot; it is nice to find places like that and pretend like you are the only one who knows about them. Maybe in fact you are. Robert Frost is a favorite; and his Birches poem is a favorite among favorites.


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PostPosted: January 10 19, 9:52 am 
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Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening is the one that I am most familiar with which is one of his most famous also. That spot that I spoke of is no secret, but it is especially nice there on a snowy day.
Speaking of snow, I see that St. Louis is expecting 5 to 7 inches of snow this weekend.


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PostPosted: January 10 19, 10:49 am 
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Corky wrote:
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening is the one that I am most familiar with which is one of his most famous also. That spot that I spoke of is no secret, but it is especially nice there on a snowy day.
Speaking of snow, I see that St. Louis is expecting 5 to 7 inches of snow this weekend.


That's what I heard... I'm in Ohio and they're talking 6-8 here. Always the week after the holidays when we get the snow.

It's a secret place that only you CIA folk are authorized to visit. I know your tricks.

He had many good ones. Mending Wall is another favorite. Everyone knows The Road Not Taken.


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PostPosted: January 24 19, 1:13 am 
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Embrace me... My sweet embraceable you
Embrace me... You irreplaceable you
Just one look at you
My heart grew tipsy in me
You and you alone
Bring out the Gypsy in me
I love all the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Don`t be a naughty baby
Come to papa, come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you
I love all the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Don`t be a naughty baby
Come to papa, come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you


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PostPosted: February 9 19, 11:56 pm 
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My funny valentine,
Sweet comic valentine,
You make me smile with my heart.

Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,
Yet, you're my favorite work of art.

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
But, don't change a hair for me.
Not if you care for me.

Stay little valentine, stay!
Each day is Valentine's Day

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
But, don't change a hair for me.
Not if you care for me.

Stay little valentine, stay!
Each day is Valentine's Day


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