I believe that much of poetry engages the senses, starting with the sense of sound. Whether it's the rhythmic flow of the poem or the simple need to recite the words for a clearer understanding. The sense of sight cannot help but participate while reading a poem. It is like asking an artist to paint how the unspeakable feels in our lives and indeed in life itself " by Robert Frost, my senses were reeling. The poem reads beautifully and is soothing to the mountain ear. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay Robert Frost, while knowing the realistic cause behind the bent birches, prefers to add an imaginative touch behind the bending of the birches. He also uses the whole poem to say something profound about life , yes, life may get tough and we may lose our way, but there is still innocence and beauty in our world. We just have to remember. In the first section of the poem, Frost scientifically explains the appearance of birch trees. He implies that the natural phenomenon causes the branches of birch trees to bend and sway. The frost suggests that repeated ice storms are the real culprit in the bending of the branches. He, however, takes the ordinary and mundane and makes it extraordinary, even comparing the breaking of ice from trees to the breaking of the “dome of the sky.” Frost also lends sound to his description of the branches as "crashing in on themselves as the breeze picks up." Frost explains that the branches are bent by the ice, but do not break. Frost once again adds beautiful imagery by comparing bent branches “dragging leaves to the ground” to “girls on their hands and knees throwing their hair in front of them to dry in the sun.” Frost, like an artist, paints such a beautiful picture of birch trees that I can't imagine anyone reading this poem not having a desire to see a birch tree in person in the freezing winter. Frost then suggests that he would rather imagine a little boy causing branches to bend by swinging and playing on them. Begin to tell a story within the poem. It is the story of a boy who lives in a rural area, perhaps a farm, goes out to do his chores, such as fetching cows, but is distracted both by the beauty of the forest and by his desire to play. Since the boy is in a secluded environment, he is forced to have fun. He has gotten used to playing on his father's trees, one by one he will conquer them all. He has been a frequent swinger with birch trees and has taken away the stiffness and caused the branches to bend. Frost goes on to say, “He learned everything there was to learn about how not to jump in too early and thus not carry the tree away.” The child knows exactly how much to bend the branches without breaking them. Frost uses the image of filling a cup to the brim "and even over the brim" to illustrate to the reader how close the boy comes to breaking the branches. We all filled our cups to the brim and then faced the challenge of carrying the cup without spilling its contents. Frost once again used a simple comparison to make his point. I, like Frost, prefer the explanation of bent birch trees caused by a little boy swinging on them. Kids and trees seem to go hand in hand. I find it interesting that at first Frost sees the birch trees in winter, covered in ice. Then in the next section, when he imagines a little boy playing with it, the image of summer comes to mind. I see it as a saying: the times we bend are not defined by the seasons. The good times and the difficult times (times”.