They were withholding or alienation themselves from the land they had come to live in. Or rather Susan Hinton describes it well. The poem is set at that time of the natural year which most suggests imaginative stirrings: the springtime moment in the imagination's life when it begins to rouse itself from winter lethargy. In his playful and redemptive mode, Frost's motive for poetry is not cognitive but psychological in the sense that he is willfully seeking to bathe his consciousness and, if the reader consents, his reader's as well, in a free-floating, epistemologically unsanctioned vision of the world which, even as it is undermined by the very language in which it is anchored, brings a satisfaction of relief when contemplated. But he doesn't want to be where he is now.
But God clarifies that he has not uttered any word to him. Spoke of it to the gardener. Behind its simple charm, there is a world weariness that hints of the turmoil during that period, especially in the middle verses Lines 11-17. He does not want his wish half- fulfilled—does not want to be left, so to speak, out on a limb. In times like this, the poet feels the need to take a break.
In her midst I can be glad with an entire gladness. But the lines here speak of his willful choice on how he perceives the world. Here Frost's comments on being at home in figurative values are most apt for his actual poetic images: knowing how to ride metaphor is analogous to knowing how to ride birches. The movement into transcendence is a movement into a realm of radical imaginative freedom where because redemption has succeeded too well all possibilities of engagement with the common realities of experience are dissolved. Although we can escape into our fancy for some time this balancing between imagination and reality is crucial and Frost seems to indicate this in his poem.
While claiming to have paid homage to the rigid standards of empirical truth in his digression on the ice-loaded branches, what he has actually done is to digress into the language of fictions. In this sense Frost's poem may stand as a qualified reply to Thoreau's recurrent strain of illimitable nature worship. The settlers at first felt and behaved as aliens or outsiders, and so they could not truly possess or own the country. Often you must have seen them 5 Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. Then be flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. They then found salvation in surrender and made a gift outright of themselves to this country, and developed a sense of pride in belonging to it, and in being its people, not outsiders or colonisers.
The flower in turn - a new plant will grow and flower then as it matures the plant will drop that flower and leaves may fall off and be replaces so they are no longer new. The love of country is not expressed in screaming or hysterical flag-waving, but in salvation of faith, in surrender to the land. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 40 Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. Nature is thus, not a means of escape from the drab realities of life, but the source of joy and wisdom to Frost, the Poet. 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.
His poems often illustrate the mind seeking out metaphor and meaning in some rural or domestic scene, testing different possibilities. The downward movement of redemptive imagination to earth, contrarily, is a movement into community, engagement, love--the games that two play together: I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. As part of our education in metaphor, we must learn that a visual image can take us in several directions. At last he recollects He says that God asked him to come. Because you are not at ease with figurative values: you don't know. But before the poem is finished it has become a meditation on the best way to leave earth for heaven.
Although the paths look equally attractive, the speaker knows that his choice at this moment may have a significant influence on his future. Her early lear's a flower. The trees are not bent by the boy; thinking that he changes the woods is the fiction. The boy learnt not to swoop down from a point high up in the air towards the earth swiftly, and thus causing the tree to fall down on the ground. It is perhaps nostalgic or reflective. It was later recited before a distinguished audience on the occasion of the Inauguration ceremony of President Kennedy on January 20, 1962.
Isn't it a pity if, in the end, we have to try to talk to a friend, to tell him or her what we're feeling when … we've never done that before. Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning … As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. The land was in their possessions, but they did not really belong to it, because of their sense of alienation from it. The darker birch trees represent adulthood compared to white or lighter bark for childhood. However, leaving the earth is not the only desire of the poet.
At first, they treated it as a colony established by them, and themselves as its alien possessors or colonisers. There are two worlds, the post-office and nature. He explains that swinging on them childhood doesn't bend them, situations as you grow up do. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. For Thoreau the beauty and divinity which exist at this moment are in the glazed birch and the frosted bush. The ice storm has created a silver thaw — a glaze caused by freezing rain on an exposed surface. The pliable, malleable quality of the birch tree captures the poet's attention and kicks off his meditation.
For about a hundred years, it was occupied by the British and European people who treated it as their colony and themselves as colonisers, and not the people of this country. Perhaps young boys don't bend birches down to stay, but swing them they do and thus bend them momentarily. We are born innocent, but as we grow and gain experience in the world we pick up bad habits and lose that innocence. But he doesn't want to be where he is now. Even when man does something well after all, bells are a human invention , he is singularly capable of misinterpreting his own message and betraying his most noble purposes.