A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. For myself the originality need be no more than the freshness of a poem run in the way I have described: from delight to wisdom. Sometimes, the night may be a fascinating time to think, to hear our own thoughts. But so do artists — this is the point of the early paragraphs of the essay. All that can be done with words is soon told.
Significantly, Frost occupies the status of one of the most read and constantly anthologized poets in American literature. Its most precious quality will remain its having run itself and carried away the poet with it. The speaker presumes that his wife would become like him, engaged in the act of preparing the soil for sowing. It kind of seems like he is saying that poetry is a natural instinct or want, just like how love is. Every individual tries to support the decision taken though inherently knowing that they wonder about other options. Along the way, Frost images the poet as giant, lover and grasshopper.
That Frost lived to be eighty-six when he died suggests that he did eventually beat his own demons, and never quite gave in to the depression that haunted him. When out on the dull, solitary nights, the speaker has come to a halt while walking. He mentions that all poems should be distinct from one another and should have wisdom that the readers can benefit from, not only to entertain them. This blog post is dedicated to some of the phrases that stuck out to me and annotations I made throughout the essay. Robert Frost 1874-1963 is viewed by many as one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century.
Our problem is, as modern abstractionists, to have the wildness pure; to be wild with nothing to be wild about. Frost certainly did not have the easiest of lives, and this is strongly reflected in his work. However, he observes that the other road is similarly less trodden and full of grass. The speaker feels that no matter what the time, his life, his thoughts right now, neither feel right nor wrong, and yet, he feels lonely, and unhappy. The same may be applied to the writing of an essay.
Our problem then is, as modern abstractionists, to have the wildness pure; to be wild with nothing to be wild about. But, the speaker knows that it is highly impossible as once the decision is taken — one path would lead to many. No one can really hold that the ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. In a striking image, Frost suggests we are like giants, drawing on elements of previous experience and hurling them ahead of us as a way of paving a pathway into our own future. Indeed, his ability with the help of the short poetic forms to express powerful and deeply meaningful ideas testifies to this perception of his talent Parini 2000, pp. ? The luminary clock in the poem in fact, is the moon itself, and since the speaker is acquainted with the night, he is maybe trying to figure out what the time is by looking at the moon.
A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. Personal loss, grief, tragedy; in a sense, these are destiny, and that seems to be what this poem is getting at. Roaming around the city at night is normal for the watchman, who is simply doing his job, and it is possible that he might be suspicious of a lone man walking down the street. I have given up my democratic prejudices and now willingly set the lower classes free to be completely taken care of by the upper classes. Sometimes, a brief shot of emotion can be more overpowering in its simplicity than the greatest of laments. No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. It has an outcome that though unforeseen was predestined from the first image of the original mood-and indeed from the very mood.
The Road Not Taken published in the year 1916 is one of his finest accomplishments as a poet. Download file to see next pages Read More. The words, the form of the words, and the sounds they encode are as much the subject of the poem as the subject is. On the other hand, this makes perfect sense as an analysis — everyone experiences pain at some point or the other. Probably better if sound, because deeper and from wider experience. It isn't clear why the speaker thinks the lanes are sad, it could be that they remind him of all that he is unhappy about, or it could be that those particular streets house the poorest of the poor in that city, or it could even be that those lanes are uninhabited. I am in a place, in a situation, as if I had materialized from cloud or risen out of the ground.
Then there is the final sentences of the essay: Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. As a commentary on life, we can see the narrator wondering to themselves what it is they get from living that makes it worth the pain, and the fact that the poem ends there indicates what a difficult question it is to answer. And despite its small size, it says a lot. How much more grief could one human heart possibly take? The line will have the more charm for not being mechanically straight. We need the help of context— meaning-subject matter. Both work from knowledge; but I suspect t ey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. The figure a poem makes.
However he is doubtful; he might be stopping his work or he might continue. Like most of his comments on poetry, the essay does not develop in a scholarly way, but there is an underlying coherence and in what follows I hope to track it down. Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. These works depict spirited characters of a common, localized stripe: New England farm families, hired men, and backwoods curious characters. Read it a hundred times: it will forever keep its freshness as a petal keeps its fragrance. Scholars get theirs via a conscientious and thorough-going linearity of purpose.
Each email contains an unsubscribe link. If it is a wild tune, it is a Poem. Thankfully, he was able to channel his pain into his poetry, and was able to give much to the world; a great many people unfortunately find themselves on a path that is far more destructive. A young man is cutting firewood with a buzz saw in New England. .