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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.”
― Robert Frost

“One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”
― Robert Frost, Birches

“I鈥檇 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
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
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.”
― Robert Frost

“Walking through the birch grove, keep your head
Or the whitefingers touch you and then you're dead!”
― Molly Ringle, Lava Red Feather Blue

“The sun was higher, a white light between the birches that arched and bared their lenticels, shimmering their leaves.”
― Jennifer Croft, The Extinction of Irena Rey