Thursday, March 19, 2009

A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

Robert Frost

In "A Late Walk", the readers experience a walk with the narrator, who describes the things around him in a mowing field, which takes him back to old memories. I felt like this poem potrays a lot of movement and he uses the things observed around him to create a beautiful love poem. In addition, the first line of each stanza takes the readers a little more further with the narrator. For instance, "And when I come to the gardern ground" or "A tree beside the wall stands bare" we can almost imagine the poet looking around his surroundings and observing his environment.

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