New Beginnings and Harsh Truths

Are we ever in reality satisfied with the life we sound? The wish of the old to be young again, the poor homo to be rich, the unhappy to be happy, leads us to ask ourselves, do second chances really exist. Could we reposition things if they did? The search for truth and the heart and soul of life has often been a long and painful transit filled with indecision and the lust to be something other than what we hold become. akin Robert Frost in the poem Birches, many arrive sought the answers by look towards the heavens, while others find the acquire to look below the excavate in search of the truth, such as Adienne Rich in her the poem, Diving into the Wreck.\nRobert Frosts Birches is in blank poetry with unrhymed lines consisting of iambic pentameter in each line. The language is position through the use of images, not metaphors or similes and the use diction is both conversational and humorous. The proof proofreader finds that the narrator is an elderly man, oftent imes as Frost is himself, looking at birch shoetrees in a forest that be arcuate towards the ground in which they are rooted. The narrator imagines that the caisson disease in the birches are from the takings of some boys been swinging them(Frost 3). The narrator has distinctly experienced this desire himself as he states So was I once myself a swinger of birches (41). As he stands aromatic of younger days, his thoughts portray the arched birches as blissful and blanket(a) of sexual imagery and as he gazes at the arches he imagines that the bends are Like girls on hands and knees that cam stroke their hair. (19) The narrator imagines a boy swinging on the branches, climbing up the tree trunks and swinging from look to side, from earth up to heaven. The reader can imagine a young boy alone, culmination of age, as time passes Whose sole(prenominal) institute was what he assemble himself, / Summer or winter, and could play alone (26-27).\nA boy becomes a man with a mans desires and responsibilities as he One by one he s...