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    MENDING WALL
    BY : Robert Frost

    Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
    That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
    And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
    And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
    The work of hunters is another thing: 5
    I have come after them and made repair
    Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
    But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
    To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
    No one has seen them made or heard them made, 10
    But at spring mending-time we find them there.
    I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
    And on a day we meet to walk the line
    And set the wall between us once again.
    We keep the wall between us as we go. 15
    To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
    And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
    We have to use a spell to make them balance:
    “Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
    We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 20
    Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
    One on a side. It comes to little more:
    There where it is we do not need the wall:
    He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
    My apple trees will never get across 25
    And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
    He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
    Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
    If I could put a notion in his head:
    Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it 30
    Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
    Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
    What I was walling in or walling out,
    And to whom I was like to give offense.
    Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 35
    That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
    But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
    He said it for himself. I see him there,
    Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
    In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 40
    He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
    Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
    He will not go behind his father’s saying,
    And he likes having thought of it so well
    He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.” 45


    Robert Frost is an American poet he was a lyrical and a dramatic poet. His love for the local makes him universal.
    This poem is about tow farmers of New England who are neighbours and every spring they together repair their compound wall. One of them is young and modern who thinks building the wall between the properties is useless and divides man but the other is old and carries this experience from his fore fathers and believes that a good wall makes healthy neighbours this poem is a dramatic lyric. The young farmer is the poet himself. It is also a nature poem and it ends on a note for us to think walls or no walls. The ending has a paradox.
    http://upload.omanlover.org/out.php/...reeb-lamar.jpg

  • #2
    Frost also wrote a poem of "acqauinted with the night" which refects lonliness....

    Tremendous poet.


    سبحان الله العظيم ... سبحان الله وبحمده

    قال تعالى : ( ومن يتق الله يجعل له مخرجا ويرزقه من حيث لا يحتسب ...... ) صدق الله العظيم

    Dont expect others to respect you unless you respect yourself first

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    • #3
      Nice choice of poem.

      You are taking me back to my past studies by posting these poems

      ^_^

      يا سرب الطيور يا عايد
      عسى طيري معاكم عاد
      ترى شوقي عليه زايد
      ولا أدري ليه صرنا بعاد

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      • #4
        thanks to ur sharing
        http://upload.omanlover.org/out.php/...reeb-lamar.jpg

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