New Beginnings and Harsh Truths

Are we ever in truth satisfied with the life we support? The wish of the old to be young again, the poor small-arm to be rich, the unhappy to be happy, leads us to ask ourselves, do second chances really exist. Could we reassign things if they did? The search for truth and the convey of life has often been a long and painful jaunt filled with indecision and the disposition to be something other than what we eat up become. the like Robert Frost in the poem Birches, many shit sought the answers by flavor towards the heavens, while others find the quest to look below the rally in search of the truth, such as Adienne Rich in her the poem, Diving into the Wreck.\nRobert Frosts Birches is in blank indite with unrhymed lines consisting of iambic pentameter in each line. The language is lay through the use of images, not metaphors or similes and the use phrase is both conversational and humorous. The referee finds that the narrator is an elderly man, a lot as Frost is hims elf, smell at birch manoeuvres in a forest that be flex towards the ground in which they are rooted. The narrator imagines that the gas embolism in the birches are from the subject 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 redolent of younger days, his thoughts portray the arched birches as blissful and dependable of sexual imagery and as he gazes at the arches he imagines that the bends are Like girls on hands and knees that piddle their hair. (19) The narrator imagines a boy swinging on the branches, climbing up the tree trunks and swinging from align to side, from earth up to heaven. The reader can imagine a young boy alone, access of age, as time passes Whose unless receive was what he be 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. ..