Posted on 06/27/2012 7:05:01 AM PDT by el_texicano
So you do see that it’s incorrect to attribute the statement “good fences make good neighbors” to Frost, as if that’s what he believed, when actually it’s the words he puts into the mouth of a character who represents the opposite of how Frost feels.
I could write a poem about, say, a murderer who says “Nothing is more beautiful than slitting a child’s throat” and it wouldn’t be correct to repeat that as if it was my thought.
I don’t hate dogs, just blowhard ignoranus a$$hole dog owners like you and the moron in this article who let her ankle biters run loose and then expected a free pass.
I don’t own a dog a$$hole.
Once again, you demonstrate that your stock in trade is running your mouth (or ‘mowf’ as they say in your neighborhood), and you would probably turn down a $30 offer for a $2 dollar chicken like the idiot in that article because that’s just how well they teach basic arithmetic to jokers like you.
The only thing decent to come outta Georgia was Newt Gingrich and I-75, lol
Or apparently a brain.
Eye for an eye.
Cook the dogs and send the woofburgers to Obama.
He never actually said he didn’t agree with the aphorism, only that it didn’t really apply in the case of this particular wall (which was real, by the way, and so was his neighbor):
“There where it is we do not need the wall: “
He wants to stop this annual ritual of walking the line and mending it, because the stones are heavy and it’s a lot of work, to him seemingly for nothing:
“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.’ “
He considers making fun of it:
“I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. “
But thinks better of it, hoping that the neighbor realizes it for himself.
Then he compares the sight of his neighbor with stones in his hand to a Neolithic:
“I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. “
And eventually concedes that the neighbor is not going to divert from his annual habit by reason of custom handed down through the generations:
“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.””
As for the opening line:
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, “
It is nature that he describes as having a willful destructive force against walls.
But the second time the line is used, about two thirds towards the end, he adds:
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.”
He is the one that wants it down. He surreptitiously breaks the rhythm by immediately starting the next verse on the same line and starts with the personal pronoun ‘I’.
You keep contradicting yourself, it’s too frustrating to have a dialogue with you - your literal-mindedness impedes your understanding of the poem.
That’s because this is a literal poem about a literal situation. Frost was writing about a real situation, not some esoteric wall or fence that didn’t really exist, or some deeper meaning with a lot of imagery that x stands for y, etc.
People like to read into poems things that aren’t really there. Sometimes a poem is just a poem.
Sort of like the Bob Dylan fans that ‘see’ in his lyrics a whole set of deep thoughts and inferences that exist only in their minds. He laughed at them. His Rolling Stone interview a couple of years back was a real eye opener. He would put lots of imagery and flowery words in his songs, mostly because the words sounded good. People, hippys mostly, made pilgrimages to his home in upstate NY and he was angry with them for invading his property. He said, “I wanted to set these people on fire!” and he was being very literal.
I don’t think Frost was trying to convey anything except a little story about his neighbor’s wall and what his thoughts were on the subject.
Sometime people try to be more intellectual than intelligent.............
You are completely wrong. There is no such thing as a literal poem. Poetry is the opposite of literalism. Your example of Bob Dylan is irrelevant. This is like discussing music with the tone deaf. Please stop.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Big talk. Loudmouthed dumbasses like you always think they’re smart.
Thus proving my point about dumbasses thinking they're smart. I love unintentional irony.
Thus proving my point about dumbasses thinking they're smart. I love unintentional irony.
If you don't understand the comment, I'll explain it to you.
That’s ok, you just get back to all that ‘irony’, don’t forget the spray starch.
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