The Ike's Speech
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Birches

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From The Complete Poems of Robert Frost 1949

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. 

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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. 

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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 

To the top branches, climbing carefully 

With the same pains you use to fill a cup 

Up to the brim, and even above the brim. 

Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 

Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. 

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So was I once myself a swinger of birches. 

And so I dream of going back to be. 

It's when I'm weary of considerations, 

And life is too much like a pathless wood 

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs 

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping 

From a twig's having lashed across it open. 

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I'd like to get away from earth awhile 

And then come back to it and begin over. 

May no fate willfully misunderstand me 

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away 

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Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better. 

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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. 

That would be good both going and coming back. 

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 


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Comments

Caleal

And now I'm nearly crying at work. It's beautiful.

Kari

The beauty or absurdity of a tattoo lies in it's meaning for me, and this is one of the most beautiful. Centered on the profound love of and for your dad and your husband and boys. Fantastic

Marianne

How beautiful, Amy.

Heather Laura Clarke

Wow! What a beautiful, meaningful tattoo!

Sylv

No words!

liz

Gorgeous.

Heather

Annnnnd I'm crying. Beautiful.

Nancy

I'm not a fan of tattoos in general, but I have to say, that is a beautiful tattoo. The poem just adds an extra layer of meaning.

Elizabeth_K

I love this poem deeply. I don't know it as written --- I have a recording of Robert Frost reading it --- and his voice, as it goes over this lovely thoughts, emphasizes exactly where you do. If you want to listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBw-OaOWddY. The mix of Jason, your dad, your boys and the poem actually brought tears to my eyes --- beautiful!!!

Whitney

Is that an onion-scented tattoo? Because someone is cutting onions and making water come out of my eyes!!!

What a beautiful, powerful image to have on your body and in your heart.

Sue W

Perfectly perfect.
Just like my Japanese cherry tree on my back. Each flower represents a loved one who has gone on. My mother in law was the force behind it, since she was Japanese. Hers was the original and the others came after.
Perfectly perfect.

Karen

What a powerful poem, thank you for sharing that. Your photos could not have been more perfectly placed within the text.

Amy A

Stunning and beautiful

Jean L Riling

I just want to type a string of hearts.

Alana

Love this, your blog and your family so much. Thanks for sharing.

Jennifer

Oh my. I've read here on and off for years, but I don't think I've ever commented. That's beautiful, and what a special tribute to your dad.

Beth

Beautiful poem but I will be a dissenter and say I hope you don't regret such a large tattoo someday. My brother is a dermatologist and sees a ton of folks who want them removed.

Mommyattorney

I havne't commented on your post in years. I had to comment through my tears. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Wendy

Gorgeous and meaningful. Just what a tattoo should be! Love it!

Andee

Looks great!

Amy Shaughnessy

I don't usually really get the desire for tattoos, but that one is SO beautiful, and perfect for you. Love it! All the symbolism and connectedness (is that a word?) to the Most Important things in your life makes everything feel right with the world. I hope it gives you the peace it gave me.

JenVegas

Beautiful

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