Sunday, February 10, 2008

Birches, Frost, Ice, and Love...


"Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better"....
RF

Birches
by Robert Frost

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

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.

Source: The Poetry of Robert Frost (1969).

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