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When I see birches bend to left and right. Across the lines of straighter darker trees. I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

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But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Often you must have seen them.

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As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells. Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—. You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

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They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load. And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed.

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Some boy too far from town to learn baseball. And not one but hung limp, not one was left. For him to conquer. He learned all there was.

Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish.

Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs. From a twig's having lashed across it open.

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And half grant what I wish and snatch me away. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk.

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more. That would be good both going and coming back.

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