I need to figure out the tone and figure of speech of Frost's poem "Tree at my Window.
Please help me!!

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.


Tone: intimate? familiar?
Figure of speech: personification? Nah, apostrophe is better.

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I need help creating the idea of human nature vs.. nature for the poem A bounless Moment.... !!! help

A Boundless Moment - Robert Frost

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
Had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.


Hmmm ... one March is capitalized, but not the other.

I guess a Paradise-in-bloom must be a plant or flower that is white as a ghost? Turns out it was a beech tree instead? How to relate human nature to mother nature seems also a difficult task. Where do you want to go with it? If you have any ideas at all, I mean.

I need help with Robert Frost's "Good Hours"
I have to write an analysis that includes the theme, rhyme scheme, examples of metaphors, simililes, personification, alliteration and onomatopoeia!

please help!

Let's take a look at the poem:

Good Hours
by Robert Lee Frost

I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.


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The theme is: A winter walk in the village
Rhyme scheme: aabb ccdd eeff gghh


Les

I don't think Frost is trying to be very alliterative. You can claim that winter evening walk, the repetition of the w, is alliteration and the s in shining eyes in snow. Similarly, the s in slumbering village street.

Have you found the terms and do you understand them? Can you find examples of what you're looking for? We can tell you if you're correct.

It is four stanzas of mostly iambic tetrameter (with some anapestic substitutions) in rhyming couplets, all masculine endings except the laces/faces in stanza two.

Metaphor - cottages with shining eyes, for example. Cottages don't really have eyes, but the lighted windows give that appearance. This is also personification: giving human attributes to inanimate objects. For extra credit, look up John Ruskin's Pathetic Fallacy, and find out what 'tenor' and 'vehicle' stand for in discussing metaphors. Are the shining eyes the tenor, or the vehicle?

Simile - creaking feet disturb the (quiet) street like profanation (blasphemy).

Alliteration - winter ... walk, for example, or youthful forms ... faces.

Onomatopoeia - creaking feet, for example, where the sounds of the words creaking and feet mimic the crunching of snow beneath the boots.

The theme you should work out for yourself. Frost prided himself in saying one thing and meaning another, that is. On the surface, it is a simple poem, discussing the walk out and back through a village. Given that Frost always had a 2nd meaning, see if you can discover it. Will there be more than one possible interpretation? You betcha.

need desperate help with robert frost's `nothing gold can stay'.

i need an analysis with examples of 5 literary terms, rhyme scheme, the theme, and the point of view.

thank you so much!

Thank you so much for help with 'Good Hours'
I'm still having trouble with his 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'



Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Lee Frost

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.




Just like the other one, I need examples of at least 5 literary terms, as well as the theme, and point of view.
Also if you can find more examples of literary terms in 'Good Hours', that would be so helpful.
Please help and answer as soon as you can. Thanks.

i need the literary terms for Robert frost poem in my oun

fox, we can't give you much help unless you write your request in a way that makes sense.

What do you mean by "in my oun"?

What Robert Frost poem are you referring to?

Also, please explain what "literary terms" you mean. There are so many different kinds. Have you looked at the posts above yours, from Hugh, Desi and Les (Lg), especially the link given by Les, to get some understanding of what literary terms are?

Ian

Ian, it's probably this one:

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Into My Own
by Robert Lee Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Les



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Thanks, Les. What a difference a syllable makes when you google!

>literary terms

1. Offbeat sonnet

2. Syncope

3. Synaloepha

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Yes indeed, and if fox gets as far as that (i.e. to S) in going through that useful alphabetic compendium cited by both Les and Hugh, surely even he (?she) will not fail to notice some relevant basics such as 'rhyme' and 'stanzaic form'.

i need to know the theme of robert frost's 'tree at my window'
help!!

I can't give you the theme in one sentence, but the gist of the poem is this:

He addresses the tree as if it was an intimate companion. Though he acknowledges that it will never be able by its rustling noise to say anything deep and meaningful (it can't be 'profound'), he notes that they have in common that their 'heads' get agitated. The tree's agitation is due to the weather outside. His is due to mental turmoil, which he likens to 'inner weather'. He credits Fate with showing considerable matchmaking imagination in recognising the complementarity in that difference, and in bringing him and the tree together.

Ian



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Tree at My Window
--Robert Frost

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

Les

This poem was discussed here some time ago: [www.emule.com]

Les