There are some brilliant descriptive passages as the ice-storm hits the trees and weighs them down 7 - And so I dream of going back to be.
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 wants to come back to it, after some time, because of his love for it. He would like to go towards heaven by swinging up on a birch-tree, and brings him down and sets him on the earth again. The poem moves back and forth between two visual perspectives: birch trees as bent by boys' playful swinging and by ice storms, the thematic interweaving being somewhat puzzling When I see birches bend to left and right … As ice-storms do.
Then he used to fling himself forward with his feet stretched forward, and passed gently through the air to touch the ground. But dipped its top and set me down again.