“Birches” takes a man back in time to his childhood. A birch tree with bent down limbs sits outside his window. He imagines that “. . . some boys been swinging them”. The thought of the boys playing on the tree brings him back in time just for a moment. Frank Lentricchia mentions him escaping from reality, “. . . The upward swinging of the boy becomes an emblem for imagination's swing away from the tangled, dark wood; a swing away from the "straighter, darker trees"; a swing into the absolute freedom of isolation, the severing of all "considerations.’”. The tree is not bent by boys swinging on them but from an ice storm. Sadly, the man will never go back to being a child. That part of his life is now
“Birches” takes a man back in time to his childhood. A birch tree with bent down limbs sits outside his window. He imagines that “. . . some boys been swinging them”. The thought of the boys playing on the tree brings him back in time just for a moment. Frank Lentricchia mentions him escaping from reality, “. . . The upward swinging of the boy becomes an emblem for imagination's swing away from the tangled, dark wood; a swing away from the "straighter, darker trees"; a swing into the absolute freedom of isolation, the severing of all "considerations.’”. The tree is not bent by boys swinging on them but from an ice storm. Sadly, the man will never go back to being a child. That part of his life is now