Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

To me, this poem is about persevering in the ability to love someone again after being hurt.

The headless aftermath he refers to, I take as a seemingly endless view of a destroyed pastoral place; as if a natural disaster happened at the site. This results in the path to the garden -which I take to be his true inner self and emotions- being half closed, ergo harder to find. Notice how once he gets to the garden the first thing he notices is the disconcert of the birds. I take the sober birds to be sober thoughts which, at some point, wantoned and flew through the air; presumably before the disaster of tragedy in love had hit. The leaf which falls from the tree was disturbed by his thought, which could either be the birds or literal, but the falling leaf signifies the last addition to the destroyed garden he will let happen before he focuses on the silver lining, which is a faded flower which I think signifies his affection.

That's my interp, y'all.

Much of the imagery here seems to be a meditation on death. The first stanza's-mowing, headless, aftermath-almost like a war poem but here it is natures abundance reaped. The second: funereal with-withered weeds and sober birds-nature reflecting a sadness words cannot fully express: then the poignant fragile image of the last leaf falling, as he considers we all must and finally perhaps, placing a single faded flower on a grave? To remind us all through his loss of our own mortality.

This poem makes me have a yummy fuzzy feeling kind of like when I have constipation

This is a very sweet poem: -) a regular rhyme scheme, but heartfelt s words I cannot even begin to explain... I love this poem: D

There are very subtle things in this poem I really like...and it somehow seems to confuse the brain...into thinking that certain words rhyme when they actually don't. I can't really explain this, but i think for alot of people if they read this poem and reread it they may understand what I mean.

wow..he definitely lived on a farm..the field was mown
down in the autumn and only one flower was left,
to carry to his sweetheart..a beautiful write.. :)

to me this poem is talking about the person waking up from his dream/sadness through the mowing field.., waking up headless after math.., and feels confused..heavy dew, with his eyes half open...half closes the garden path. and when he comes to his norm...when i come to the garden ground, realizes his state.. whir of sober birds, his messy hair...tangled of withered weeds, and feels sad. realizes he is alone the tree.... stands bare, and a memory lingers on a leaf that lingered brown, shakes off the memory from his mind disturbed..... comes softly rattling down. he doesn't want to go on like this i end not far from my going forth, and decides to gather his remaining strength picking the faded blue... the last remaining aster flower, to move on with his life to carry again to you.... this is just my interpretation..lol

I surely must commend the whole poem. Superb!

To me it's about the end of something that was special, and looking forward to new beginnings. Robert Frost loved the outdoors I.e. To carry again to you. The last remaining flower

i really like roert frost