Friday, October 8, 2010

Robert Frost

No, that was not a picture embargo yesterday. What happened is that I woke up to find my computer had crashed during the night, and did not want to boot up. I spent a few minutes trying to get it to work, and then had to get off to work.

OK, today's picture is of Robert Frost, another famous poet.He lived from the 1870's to the 1960's, so he saw lots in his life, and he wrote lots of poetry. Below I feature one of his poems, Mowing. To be honest with you, I don't get it. Maybe you will enjoy it.


There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound--
And that was why it whispered and did not speak.
It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak
To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,
Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers
(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labour knows.
My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. 


  1. "MOWING" is a fancy way of describing the joys of doing outdoor chores.

  2. My guess is that both you and me have no idea about poetry.
    I don't think there is hardly a poem that I do undrstand.
    Unless it is simple and I don't have to work to hard at it, I don't enjoy them. I remember how I hated English in high school. I was a "A" student in all my other subjects, but a "D" maybe a "C" once in awhile student in my English classes.
    Most of them lose me after the first line.
    I am some what dyslexic and have a lot of trouble spelling (thank you SPELL CHECK), so maybe that has something to do with it.

  3. I for one missed you yesterday.
    I sort of started to fear that something bad befell your household.
    I guess a computer crashing is something bad.

    I tell you what you do owe us a missing day, why don't you do a second blog later today and put a poet in there that we might understand.

  4. I love poetry. Most of the time I don't "get it" either. Sometimes it's just the beauty of the words or images they put in your mind that makes you happy. I guess since this is the "Old Picture of the Day" blog you're kind of limited as to what kind of poets and poetry you post so it has been kind of "deep" this week. :)

  5. Robert Frost has always been one of my favorite poets.

    I can remember learning the poems “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “The Road Not Taken” way back when I was in elementary school.

    I always enjoyed Frost’s poetry because it was less obscure and easier for a young person to understand. Also, Frost was alive during my childhood and lived in New England, so I was able to relate to him more as opposed to some of the poets from the previous century.


    Where was William Wordsworth this week?

  6. Okay, here's another Ogden Nash poem that everyone should "get."



  7. I am loving your poetry week! I generally don't get the poetry either so I'm glad to know I'm not the only one. I think that's one of the reasons I like Emily Dickinson so well-I understand her poetry:).



  8. I seem to be in a minority here--I always loved poetry! Memorized many a poem in my high school years...willingly! I could still quote "The Jabberwocky," by Lewis Carroll, "Xanadu" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and most of "The Cremation of Sam McGee," by Robert Service.
    I guess perhaps I was fortunate; I only had one teacher who ever told me my interpretation of a poem was "wrong," and today, MANY years later, I still disagree with her. She may have known and understood the "official" interpretation, but there was no way she could say that what the poem said TO ME was wrong...poetry is like art; the interpretation is very individualized, and I wonder if we ever really "Get" what the original writer or artist was saying.

    Anyway, I've enjoyed poetry week...although I was surprised, and disappointed, that there were NO women featured.

    Oh...and my personal favorite Ogden Nash poem:
    "The Lord in his wisdom made the fly; and then forgot to tell us why."

  9. I guess I don't get this one either. It seems to me Frost was depressed about the whole affair. I could almost hear him sighing. Eloquent and confusing.

  10. I love Frost's poems. I just had my son memorize The Pasture -- simple and easy to understand!

  11. Poetry is about painting a picture with words in the mind of the reader. Not necessarily for the reader to "get" the meaning intended by the poet. I think poetry is a much better way of conveying an idea than prose could ever be.

    Prose is cold, hard, and seldom describes adequately what is intended. Prose is for facts, poetry is for ideas.

  12. Thank you for the picture of Robert Frost, for the information about his life and for the poem.
    I have always liked Robert Frost and I know by heart some of his poems, here is a short one I am particulary fond of (I will write it down from memory, so will you kindly excuse my mistakes):

    Fire and Ice

    Some say the world will end in fire
    Some say in ice.
    From what I've tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favour fire.
    But if I have to perish twice
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction
    Ice is also great
    And would suffice.