A Patch Of Old Snow Poem by Robert Frost

A Patch Of Old Snow

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There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Hoellering 24 February 2009

A sketch of a misplaced impression.What appears as snow is in fact a piece of newsprint overlaid with grime. Like today's news, it too will soon pass into nothingness.Shades here of a far greater Frost poem: Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief; So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

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Janna Kepley 03 June 2012

Andrew, you misunderstood! It really IS old snow, flecked with bits of blown dirt to make it /look/ like an old newspaper. He should have guessed is a turn of phrase common in early 20th C speech. The last two lines remind me of when I was a child: NO fresh patch of snow could be left unsquashed; but if you did miss some it would become 'dirty snow', as speckled as described. To Frost, that news is a day forgotten or unread; possibly: a regret that he didn't play in the snow. (wink)

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Geoff 14 April 2018

Lol ur a nerd har har har

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Stephen W 07 February 2013

I think it's an old newspaper. The poem is about the inconsequentiality of news, which we read eagerly only if it is current. 'Who wants yesterday's paper? ' is a Rolling Stones song which comments on the same topic (and on others) .

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Dr Dillip K Swain 01 February 2022

Yes, what is news for today that has no perpetual value as the time moves on so the poet has forgotten its significance how a piece of snow retreats...wont it pass to nothingness: It is speckled with grime as if small print overspread it...there lies the point of speculation.

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David Wood 31 January 2022

Excellent.

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Adeeb Alfateh 18 November 2020

The news of a day I've forgotten - If I ever read it. /// all news would be forgotten if you would be mine

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faygoot 12 December 2018

i shidded and farded and camed in the macaroni salad

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Sans undertule 12 December 2018

The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, i said im already tracer so, .. play some fortnite. Wellllll i think your a spoiled brat

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faygoot 12 December 2018

im gonna shidd and fard and camed in your macaroni salad

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