The speaker of one poem imagines "some boy too far from town to learn baseball" who rode these objects "down over and over again" until the stiffness was taken out of them.
A poem titled for these objects describes life as a place "Where your face burns and tickles with cobwebs / Broken across it, and one eye is weeping". The speaker of that poem titled for these objects claims "you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen" after seeing "heaps of broken glass to sweep away." One of these objects is treated with "smiles / And [] soft deceitful wiles" in a poem that concludes with the speaker's deceased foe (*) outstretched on the ground "When the night had veiled the pole". The speaker of one poem imagines "some boy too far from town to learn baseball" who rode these objects "down over and over again" until the stiffness was taken out of them. Another of these objects grows from its speaker's wrath and is watered with fears. For 10 points, name these objects that are swung in a Robert Frost poem and a "Poison" example of which grows in a William Blake poem.
A poem titled for these objects describes life as a place "Where your face burns and tickles with cobwebs /
trees [anti-prompt on "birches" or "cherry"]