Poetry should evoke feelings within the reader. read robert frost’s poem “birches” and then write a personal response to explain the feelings the poem evokes in you. be sure to refer to specific lines of the poem which support your thoughts.

birches
by robert frost

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