A Late Walk Poem by Robert Frost

A Late Walk

Rating: 3.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Buddha Buddie 11 April 2013

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

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Aram Thaggard 07 May 2013

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.

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Jasmin Hole 07 January 2010

i really like roert frost

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Mervin Fernando 29 September 2012

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

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Emma A 29 September 2009

i dont really agree that the grass doesnt grow in autumn. and dat hes not talkin about autumn because he is and the fact that he talks about the fading flower does highlight that it might be to someone he misses and he talks about the walk like hes familiar with it and maybe he used to walk with a person and its like he's describing diffrences and then he gets to the flower and it reminds that he does miss that person

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Spiral_Prodigy 24 March 2022

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 December 2020

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you. /// I feel a deep romanticism note on nature thru love; beautiful poem where the late walk is nor far from the blue heart of of remaining flower which brought from the lover////

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 December 2020

A tree beside the wall stands bare, But a leaf that lingered brown, Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought, Comes softly rattling down. Robert Frost is one with the nature. tony

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