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Something Wonderful: Robert Frost’s “Birches”: A Visual Interpretation by Julian Peters
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Something Wonderful: Robert Frost’s “Birches”: A Visual Interpretation by Julian Peters
Nothing like a walk through an “empty” forest to awaken ones senses.
Transgender AishaMarch 22, 2018, 2:34 PM
I first read that as “Bitches”.
ghostsniperMarch 22, 2018, 7:09 PM
I likes me sum birches, but alas they are rare in these parts.
There is no such thing as an empty forest – they are full of life that is unrecognizable to the inexperienced.
EdMarch 23, 2018, 2:38 AM
I used to swing maples. They grew thick along a hedgerow bordering our field. Lotsa fun. Cheap thrills. Didn’t hurt anything.
bob sykesMarch 23, 2018, 4:48 AM
In northeast rural Massachusetts, birches grow wild in clumps. And, yes, we did climb and ride them down.
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Nothing like a walk through an “empty” forest to awaken ones senses.
I first read that as “Bitches”.
I likes me sum birches, but alas they are rare in these parts.
There is no such thing as an empty forest – they are full of life that is unrecognizable to the inexperienced.
I used to swing maples. They grew thick along a hedgerow bordering our field. Lotsa fun. Cheap thrills. Didn’t hurt anything.
In northeast rural Massachusetts, birches grow wild in clumps. And, yes, we did climb and ride them down.