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When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
Robert Frost
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Ho Chi Minh (5/9/2008 4:09:00 PM)
But you don't really mow the fields in autumn, the grass isn't growing then...
It's about life, the autumn of life, where he ends not far from where he started..
And he picks a fading flower to bring to the grave of his departed love as once he had brought fresh flowers (back in the spring)
It's a sad poem, it's about age, and loss., imo. |
Emra Waqqas (4/16/2008 8:02:00 PM)
This is something i did for a school assignment also and i disagree with you Rachael.Its really about how Robert Frost was walking through the mowing fields and its autumn but he sees one little alter/flower that reminds him of his memories from the summer |
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