Robert Frost

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

A Soldier - Poem by Robert Frost

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

Topic(s) of this poem: soldier

Comments about A Soldier by Robert Frost

  • Castellenas John (3/15/2019 7:45:00 AM)

    Powerful and worthwhile words. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/12/2018 8:59:00 AM)

    I am memorizing this one for a school project and it is going very well! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/24/2018 9:46:00 AM)

    very good poem i should like it (Report)Reply

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  • (8/8/2018 6:31:00 PM)

    mad come on write proper poems

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  • (3/16/2018 8:38:00 AM)

    Beautiful and raging in fire (Report)Reply

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  • (2/2/2018 9:15:00 AM)

    I love this poem it is great. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/1/2018 3:20:00 PM)

    Ma names Jeff and I love chicken [3! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

    (5/30/2018 8:33:00 PM)

    can you send nudes plz im af.

    (5/24/2018 7:20:00 PM)

    this is a not very good meme

    (5/24/2018 7:19:00 PM)

    this meme is already so dead it has a visible corpse

    (2/16/2018 6:59:00 AM)

    Why u people always got to ruin everything

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  • (12/20/2017 4:53:00 PM)

    Good poetry, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply

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  • (12/19/2017 10:30:00 AM)

    Excellent marvellous outstanding amazing (Report)Reply

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  • (12/3/2017 5:16:00 AM)

    i like your lovely poem, thanks for sharing.10++++ (Report)Reply

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  • (12/1/2017 9:18:00 AM)

    I really like you poem Mr.Frost.My grandfather was a soldier. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/24/2016 3:35:00 PM)

    conflicts need soldiers and soldiers need conflicts (Report)Reply

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  • (5/12/2016 9:51:00 AM)

    I likes this poemon its styles and meaning. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/30/2015 1:43:00 PM)

    i lik dis pom (Report)Reply

    (1/30/2015 1:45:00 PM)

    i lik it alot tuu. its super feelz

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  • (5/19/2014 7:43:00 AM)

    A perfect description about a soldier. (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:59:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report)Reply

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  • Gigi Levin (2/5/2014 3:58:00 PM)

    Hey Mr Poet Doctor... Are you sure you aren't his reincarnation? :) Sorry for the crude emoticon. (Report)Reply

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  • Gigi Levin (2/5/2014 3:55:00 PM)

    Really touching... a fine tribute to the horrors of war. I wish Robert Frost were still alive. (Report)Reply

    (3/9/2016 8:44:00 PM)

    Do not lament your loss too long. Though his meat and bones be ephemeral, his thoughts and dreams became eternal.

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  • (11/4/2013 11:05:00 PM)

    I interpret this poem as:
    The narrator is walking on the grounds of an ancient battlefield. He stumbles upon a weathered spear (lance) that is still stuck in the ground (don't ask me why the lance is still there, it just is) . Unlike most people who approach the spear and think nothing worthy of its target, the narrator sees that this spear is there for a reason, visioning the last seconds of a dying man's life at the end of this spear (his body rotted away long ago) .
    The narrator breaks his day dream and thinks about how men today are now shooting rockets at one another for the same reasons their ancestors threw that spear eons ago. He sees the rockets of today as the spears of tomorrow, future generations will see rocket parts lying around and wonder, What was so important that it had to result in killing and death? (They make us cringe for metal-point on stone)
    He relapses back into his daydream about the dying warrior. He now knows that there is something bigger at play here (But this we know, the obstacle that checked) . The spear that tripped the soldier's body, killing him, released his spirit. His spirit then moved into the next realm of existence (Heaven) which is further away than anything man can throw/launch at. In essences, the larger work at play here was that it was the soldiers destiny to die at that place at that exact time.

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/2/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    And we too some day like fallen lances
    Must so be till we too just lie and rust
    Marking the turf in a momentary wound
    Till we are buried properly to finally rest

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, December 22, 2014

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