Charles Clanton Rogers

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Now  help me decide between “Tuft of Flowers” and “Mending Wall”.

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“Mending Wall” by Robert Frost,  1874-1963

“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:
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,
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.
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.
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
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
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,
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.
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.”
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Tuft of flowers

“Tuft of Flowers” Poet: Robert Frost
“I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,
As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
Men work together, I told him from the heart,
Whether they work together or apart.”

Which poem would you choose to teach? Why?

Charles Clanton Rogers  January 3, 2016

Flower image courtesy of Urscia Mahring

 

 

 

8 thoughts on “Help me choose between Frost’s Poems

  1. could you please vote for me on my last post?

    Thanks my friend!

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  2. I’m going for Mending Wall. I like the image of two men stacking the stones together. And, I like thinking about why.

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  3. masgautsen says:

    Mending Wallace!

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    1. masgautsen says:

      Mening wall (damn autocorrect)

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      1. clanton1934 says:

        My autocorrect is a double edged sword; It does more harm than good! M.

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  4. BunKaryudo says:

    I think I’ll vote for “Mending Wall” too. Both poems are wonderful, but I find the central idea of the first one, two friendly neighbors nevertheless repairing the barrier between them, leads very naturally into a lot of interesting musing on the nature of more abstract barriers between people.

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    1. clanton1934 says:

      Mending wall is leading! I like the opening line:”Something there is that doesn’t like a wall. I don’t like walls, e.g. The Berlin Wall. c

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  5. Mending Wall. The image of cohesiveness in the working together of the two men.
    Not the building of walls but the mending of borders.

    The Road Not Taken is our favorite. The use of imagery and symbols are brilliant in that one poem.

    Robert Frost was a brilliant poet.

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