The Philosophy of Birches :: Robert Frost Birches Essays

The Philosophy of Birches The philosophy expressed in Birches poses no threat to ordinary values or beliefs, and it is so appealingly affirmative that many readers have treasured the poem as a masterpiece. Among Frosts most celebrated works, perhaps precisely Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ranks ahead of it. Yet to critics like Brooks and Squires, the personas philosophical stance in Birches is a serious weakness. . . . The didactic and philosophical element that some critics have attacked strikes others as the very core of Frosts virtue. . . . Perhaps impartial observers can accept the notion that Birches is neither as bad as its harshest opponents suggest nor as good as its most adoring advocates claim. . . . Birches . . . contains three fairly lengthy descriptions that do not carry unusual perspectives. In fact, the most original and distinctive vision in the poem--the passage treating the ice on the trees (ll. 5-14)--is undercut both by the self-consciousness of its net line (Youd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen) and by the two much more conventionally perceived environments that follow it the rural boyhood of the hiking of birches (ll. 23-40) and the roadless wood, which represents lifes considerations (ll. 44-47). As a result, the poems ardent concluding lines--its closing pronouncements on life, death, and human aspiration--do not arise from a particular experience. Instead, they are presented as doctrines that we moldiness accept or reject on the basis of our credence in the speaker as a wise countryman whose familiarity with birch trees, ice storms, and pathless woods gives him authority as a philosopher. Since in Birches the natural object--tree, ice crystal, pathless wood, etc.--functions as proof of the speakers rusticity, Frost has no need for extraordinary perspectives, and so the poem does little to convince us that an experience, to use Robert Langbaums wording, is really taking place, that the object is seen and not merely remembered from a public or abstract thought of it. This is not to deny that the poem contains some brilliant descriptive passages (especially memorable are the clicking, cracking, shattering ice crystals in lines 7-11 and the boys painstaking climb and sudden, exhilarating rakehell in lines 35-40), and without doubt, the closing lines offer an engaging exegesis of swinging birches as a way of life. But though we learn a great deal just about this speakers beliefs and preferences, we find at last that he has not revealed himself as profoundly as does the speaker in After Apple-Picking.