Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind’s masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;
Fills up the famer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
The Snow-Storm
Analysis, meaning and summary of Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem The Snow-Storm
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I think this poem is a wonderful example of how important nature was to Transendetalists. Their main concern was how nature affected them and whether or not they could find signs of God in nature. I am not a Transendentalist but I definetely have a great respect for Emerson and his beliefs!
Poem Summary
“Birches” is a poem of fifty-nine lines without any stanza breaks. However, the poem does contain several sections that move from naturalistic description to a fanciful explanation of why the birches are bowed, and it concludes with philosophical exploration of a person’s existence in the world.
Lines 1 – 4
Frost opens the poem with an image of the birches bent “left and right / across the lines of straighter darker trees” (lines 1 – 2) and quickly puts forth one explanation for how they got that way: a boy had been swinging on them. Right away, however, he admits this is false, saying in line 4, “But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.” However, the image of the playful boy is a powerful one for Frost, and he will soon return to it.
Lines 5 – 11
The first break in the poem occurs in line 5 when Frost admits that it is ice storms, not boys, who bend down the birch trees. The next few lines are a beautiful description of birch trees, their branches frozen and encrusted with ice in the morning after an ice storm. However, their beauty is only short-lived; soon, in line 9, the sun “cracks and crazes their enamel” — the ice, which breaks and falls into the snow. This is the first hint of destruction in the poem (other than the birches themselves).
Lines 12 – 20
Frost makes another break in line 13 when he raises the symbolic level of the poem with the sentence “You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.” This line not only anticipates the last lines of the poem, but it also signals the beginning of a retreat from reality. The language of the poem becomes more “poetical”; for the first time, Frost uses a simile, comparing the bowed birch trees to girls on all fours, their hair hanging down in front of them. More than just destruction, the imagery now turns to symbols of conquest: the birches are bowed so that they can never right themselves; the image of the girl is also the image of a captive kneeling before her captor. This becomes an important theme in later parts of the poem.
Lines 21 – 27
The second really significant break (the first was in line 5) occurs now. Frost dismisses the ice storm as a cause of the birches’ condition in favor of his original explanation that a boy had bent them — despite the fact that he knows that a boy didn’t do it:
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter of fact about the ice storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
The word prefer is very important here. Frost rejects the narrow limitations of the outside world in favor of his own poetic vision. However, this world must necessarily have its own limits, for it inhabits only his own mind. Likewise, the boy is separated from other people and plays alone.
Lines 28 – 35
In these lines, Frost returns to the theme of conquest. The boy “subdues” his father’s trees, riding them until he takes the “stiffness” out of them, leaving him, in lines 31 – 32, absolutely victorious over the trees: “not one was left / For him to conquer.” The boy’s conquest of the trees mirrors the victory of Frost’s poetic imagination over the real world, for now his vision has completely supplanted the ice storm as the cause of the trees’ condition.
Lines 36 – 40
These lines contain a description of the boy’s technique for climbing and bending the trees. He must take painstaking care to reach the top of each tree, which Frost describes in line 38 as similar to the care that one must take to fill a cup “Up to the brim, and even above the brim.” This is an important line. Frost is here describing a method of reaching beyond the limits of things (filling a cup beyond the brim) to a realm beyond the real. This is not just the internal world of his imagination but something even greater — a theme he will begin to develop more fully in the concluding sections of the poem. Also, the care taken by the boy is similar to the careful construction involved in writing a poem, making the boy’s actions in climbing the trees a parallel for Frost’s act of creating the poem.
Lines 41 – 47
Frost begins this section (lines 41 – 42) with a note of nostalgia: “So was I once myself a swinger of birches. / And so I dream of going back to be.” This longing for the simpler days of childhood stands in sharp contrast with the pain of the adult world, which is described as a “pathless wood.” But this section also further develops the theme of the imagined world versus the real world: the boy’s birch climbing has been wholly imaginary, a peaceful, playful time when one person can alone remake the world as he imagines it; in contrast, the real world lashes out at the narrator, and it is clear that he will achieve no victory over it.
Lines 48 – 53
Frost now, in line 48, develops his idea of escaping into an imaginary world: “I’d like to get away from earth awhile.” However, he also makes it clear in lines 52 – 53 that he does not want to permanently escape the real world and that such a fate is not even desirable: “Earth’s the right place for love: / I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.” It is almost as if the limits of the real world must exist in order for the imaginative world to exist. This is similar to the theme of Frost’s contemporary, the American poet Wallace Stevens (1879 – 1955), in his poem “Sunday Morning,” in which he calls death “the mother of beauty.” The real world makes possible the fantasies of the poetic imagination and makes them more poignant because they cannot be reality.
Lines 54 – 59
In the concluding section of the poem, Frost ties these ideas together with the image of the birch trees. The act of his poetic imagination — reaching beyond the limits of reality — is now likened to climbing the birch tree. The motion of the tree, which allows a person to climb to its top only to bend down and drop him back on the ground, is in fact the way Frost wants his imagination to work: to allow him only to approach “heaven” and then to bring him back to the real world. This also ties in with the image of filling a cup beyond its brim (line 38): it is possible to exceed the limits of the real world but only a little bit, or else there is disaster. The poem’s concluding line, which at first seems to be a bit of folksy wisdom — “One could do worse than be a swinger of birches” — contains darker possibilities: one could certainly do worse by not making the attempt, that is, by not using one’s imagination, or one might actually escape — the birch might not swing, but instead it might allow the climber to leave the world of limitations entirely behind. The limits of the real world may be painful, but they define one as a person (or as a poet); if it is a solitary existence, it is still existence. Without limits, there can be no love (see line 52) or, for that matter, any other human emotion. Frost thus brings the poem back to the duality he expressed in the first lines of the poem. The real world provides the limits that make his poetry possible.
This poem is amazing.
Emerson, like many other transcendentalists, writes of nature prasingly. In “The Snow-storm,” he does not only praise nature’s work, but he also depicts that man cannot compete with or control nature. “The mad wind’s night-work” is “so fanciful, so savage,” yet “nought cares he / For number or proportion,” proving himself of a much higher status than man who works so long and plans so hard to create his own “slow structures” of which nature can construct, “stone by stone,” in only a day. The “farmer sighs” because after viewing what nature has created of his lands and home, he realizes that his only choice is to stay with his “housemates… / Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed / In a tumultuous privacy or storm.”
emerson shows that man has to do what he feels whenever he feels like it. The title the snow storm shows that really well. a storm can come and go as it pleases and that is what emerson is suggesting. don’t do what people expect or think you should do. this is a common theme among other transcendetalists.
this is on crazy poem ithink that this dude must have been on sume kind of drugs when he wrote it. i have studied many of the poems be emerson and i feel like he must have a huge stock of drugs that he did all the time.
ı think this poem shows how weak we are against nature.
Living in Indiana and experiencing snow, you can understand the effects that a storm can make visibility hard. As in life sitiuations they look like a snow storm your visibilty is hampered. Rest assured the new day will dawn and what a work is left, in your life like the beauty of the snow….you are wiser for the storm.
I dont think that guy is really from canada
I feel more confused reading your useless coment than from actually reading the poem. Thanks.
this poem very intresting,because the poet uses the metaphor,and very amazing makes readers feels confused to analysis this poem.