1. Birchesby Robert FrostWHEN I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the line of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boys been swinging them.But swinging doesnt bend them down to stay.Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen themLoaded with ice a sunny winter morningAfter a rain. They click upon themselvesAs the breeze rises, and turn many-coloredAs the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.Soon the suns warmth makes them shed crystal shellsShattering and avalanching on the snow-crustSuch heaps of broken glass to sweep awayYoud 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 bowedSo low for long, they never right themselves:You may see their trunks arching in the woodsYears afterwards, trailing their leaves on the groundLike girls on hands and knees that throw their hairBefore them over their heads to dry in the sun.But I was going to say when Truth broke inWith all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm(Now am I free to be poetical?)I should prefer to have some boy bend themAs he went out and in to fetch the cowsSome 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 fathers treesBy riding them down over and over againUntil he took the stiffness out of them,And not one but hung limp, not one was leftFor him to conquer. He learned all there wasTo learn about not launching out too soonAnd so not carrying the tree awayClear to the ground. He always kept his poiseTo the top branches, climbing carefullyWith the same pains you use to fill a cupUp 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.So was I once myself a swinger of birches;And so I dream of going back to be.Its when Im weary of considerations,And life is too much like a pathless woodWhere your face burns and tickles with the cobwebsBroken across it, and one eye is weepingFrom a twigs having lashed across it open.Id like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earths the right place for love:I dont know where its likely to go better.Id like to go by climbing a birch tree,And climb black branches up a snow-white trunkToward 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.The syntax of line 5Ice storms do that provides which of the following effects:Furthers the imagery of lines 1-4.Establishes the contrast between natural extremes.Jolts the reader into a deeper apprecation of birches.Enhances the geometrical aspects of natural imagery.Interrupts the flow and harmony of the birch trees.Score: 1 of 12. The stylistic device present in the first line of the poem is:alliterationmetaphorsimileonomatopoieaassonanceScore: 0 of 13. They in line 7? ;They click upon themselves.themline 6themline 5birchesline 1some boysline 3Score: 1 of 14. The poets use of the second person pronoun you serves what primary rhetorical purpose?To personalize an otherwise abstract idea.To familiarize the reader with something dear to the poets heart.To establish a contrast between truth and fiction.To establish a contrast between the speaker and the rest of the world.To illustrate the power of the imagination.Score: 0 of 15. The speakers attitude towards the boy in this poem is:wistfuloptimisticcynicalmatter of factnostalgiacScore: 0 of 16. What is the primary purpose of the use of the personal pronoun in three consecutive lines, beginning with So was I once myself a swinger of birches?To emphasize the poets longing for a more heavenly place.To establish the contrast between mortal and immortal spheres.To explain the deep interest in the condition of the trees.To provide an allegory by which to understand the human condition.To establish the contrast between youth and age.Score: 0 of 17. What is the primary effect of repeating the phrase a swinger of birches in the middle and end of the poem?To mock the outsiders misinterpretation of birch treesTo lament the loss of innocence and youthTo intensify the metaphoric value of birch trees.To concede the limits of nature as a metaphor for life.To add an element of irony to an otherwise serious subject.