As we grow older our perception of the world and the components of it change, this was the case for my newly found kinship with Frost. Many a college class has been inspired by Frost's poetry because the language is simple enough to understand, yet has multiple meanings.I have kept hidden in the instep arch Of an old cedar at the waterside A broken drinking goblet like the Grail Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it, So can't get saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn't. The pile is ours: we dragged it bough on bough Down dark converging paths between the pines. Indecisive about which road to take, he seems to believe that one of the roads would be more beneficial to him Lee 5. You may also click here for ten lesser known but great poems by Frost. A Frost poem can easily become a catalyst for self exploration and discovery. Let wild fire loose we will…. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Nor need you mind the serial ordeal Of being watched from forty cellar holes As if by eye pairs out of forty firkins.
A struggling farmer and teacher for many years, he left the USA for England inhoping to make a breakthrough with his poetry. He uses forms of language such as diction and syntax to capture and move the reader. There could be hidden dangers. On the one hand it's nothing but a simple story of two farmers mending a dividing wall, on the other it's a metaphor for the boundaries that we as humans build between each other.
In the first stanza, the traveler remembers standing at an intersection of two roads. You may also click here for ten lesser known but great poems by Frost.
As for the woods' excitement over you That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves, Charge that to upstart inexperience. He died of surgical complications two years later, at the age of You used to think the trees Made wind by fanning since you never knew It blow but that you saw the trees in motion.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
He is, without a doubt, one of the greatest poets in American history. The inner thoughts expressed in the poem are those of someone contemplating the end.