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He halted in the wind, and -- what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
Robert Frost
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Jesse Rudolph (11/1/2006 1:43:00 AM)
This poem, to me, is about the passage of time, and how we can confuse the beautiful miracles of the present with ghosts from our past. How we are, like the beech, just trying to hold onto something that is already dead. If we are observant enough, we will see the obvious beauty of the miraculous things that are happening, right now. And that we can take it in, acknowledge them, and go about our business once we have.
pretense can be false. Take a closer look. Makes one wonder about their interpretations of such obviously beautiful poetry. Moving on. |
Shaun Williams (9/21/2006 12:09:00 AM)
Hi there
Some one tell mewhat this poiem is about
Thanks!
SHaun |
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