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Robert frost...analysis
Posted by: BumblingMoron (---.hsd1.nh.comcast.net)
Date: May 24, 2022 02:25PM

There are different kinds of poems right? Shakespearian(sp) and whatnot. I'm doing a project and need to know the mood, type, and other stuff about these 2 poems. Any help is greatly appreciated. Thanks

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

NEXT POEM
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.



Post Edited (05-24-05 16:33)

Re: Robert frost...analysis
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-05rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: May 24, 2022 04:10PM

Compare the rhyme scheme (and the theme for that matter) of your second example to the one below:


Robert Frost (1874-1963) - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


1Whose woods these are I think I know.
2His house is in the village though;
3He will not see me stopping here
4To watch his woods fill up with snow.


5My little horse must think it queer
6To stop without a farmhouse near
7Between the woods and frozen lake
8The darkest evening of the year.


9He gives his harness bells a shake
10To ask if there is some mistake.
11The only other sound's the sweep
12Of easy wind and downy flake.


13The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
14But I have promises to keep,
15And miles to go before I sleep,
16And miles to go before I sleep.



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