Essay robert frost nature

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’

Metaphor The Silken Tent Putting in the Seed Devotion   To Earthward   All Revelation Simile Mending Wall     Stars Going for Water   Birches   Hyla Brook Symbol The Road Not Taken Rose Pogonias Stopping by Woods The Pasture & Directive Come In   Personifi- cation My November Guest Mowing Range-Finding Tree at my Window  Storm Fear Apostrophe    Take Some- thing like a Star Tree at my Window Mending Wall     Synecdoche Stopping by Woods The Gift Outright   I Will Sing You One-O   Kitty Hawk   Fire and Ice Metonymy   Out, Out         Allegory or Parable After Apple- Picking The Grindstone The Lockless Door   Birches   Design Paradox Nothing Gold Can Stay   The Gift Outright   Ghost House   Fire and Ice The Tuft of Flowers Hyperbole A Star in a Stoneboat   Etherealizing After Apple-Picking Stopping by Woods The Milky Way is a Cowpath Under Statement   Fire and Ice   Mowing   Hyla Brook My November Guest Brown's Descent Irony  Birches Range-Finding The Road Not Taken   Ghost House   Stars

Essay robert frost nature

essay robert frost nature


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