That is, they are doing something positive. Whoever or whatever it is, it aces Physics, because it knows that water particles swell when frozen, and shrink when warm. He says it is the work of nature that works against any type of walls and barriers. We keep the wall between us as we go. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there.
It would make sense to simply have Frost leave the wall alone, thus ending the separation, but he chooses not to, indicating that he too finds comfort in the presence of the wall. The speaker feels that the neighbour is under the tight-grip of darkness of ignorance. Mending the wall is an arduous, difficult task. The narrator clarifies that they keep the wall in between when they do the mending job. So he suggests that the neighbour should come up with a reason for the same on his own.
These basic accents, fitted into the variable structure of the line and of the stanza, offer an underlying foundation for words and phrases. Frost drifted through a string of occupations after leaving school, working as a teacher, cobbler, and editor of the Lawrence Sentinel. In the poem Mending Wall, nature acts as a third character alongside the speaker and his neighbour even though this has not been explicitly mentioned. The communication between the two characters is understated, to say the least, but the message is conveyed elliptically that not only is this a poem about the separation of farms, but the separation of perspectives and modes of expression. Though the narrator comes together with his neighbor to repair the wall, he regards it an act of stupidity. Moreover, not only does the neighbor have no convincing reason for maintaining the wall, the wall actually separates the speaker from his neighbor by keeping them on opposite sides of the wall.
During the decade before the war, Cubism emerged in painting, expressing an abstract vision of the world. His logic in putting up the wall is that all good neighbors are separated by strong fences. 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. Frost takes up the theme of boundaries in his poem Build Soil. Lines 5 — 11: 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. When placed in its context and its form, the poem illustrates the difficulty of changing social traditions, the need for traditions, and the fact that there is a natural force that inevitably challenges traditions. My imagination allows me to peer into the mind of Frost and look beyond the outer shell of the story that he is telling within the poem.
But he knows it is not really the elves. The ground bursts in a way that the boulders come spitting out from within to the outside. However, in the springtime, the poet feels mischievous and tries to convince his neighbor to agree with him in another way. Frost served as consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress from 1958 to 1959. Poirier, Richard, Robert Frost: The Work of Knowing, New York: Press, 1977.
The narrator feels that his neighbor is too ignorant to convince. The neighbor asserts that a good fence keeps the rest of the world safely at bay with minimal complication. For instance, they are physically putting the stones back, one by one. This implies that society's relationship with its traditions is complex; it is difficult to convince people to change traditions on the one hand, and at the same time, changes to traditions are somewhat inevitable. Walls help us set up necessary boundaries, which at times we really need.
The use of symbolism plays a large role in the interpretation of this poem. What kind of feelings do you get when you think of a wall? But hopefully they will stimulate the reader toward their own interpretation of Mending Wall by Robert Frost. With the first part of the line as the neighbor's land, we see some interesting things. It is the neighbor responding by giving him a fence offense. Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: Spring, nature, time, change … note there is an analogy here between the force that brings the wall down and the force that puts this thought in his head. The wall just kept the neighbors in isolation when the world wanted them to be in communication with each other. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
In his book Robert Frost and : The Poet as Regionalist, John C. 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. As they start mending the wall, the narrator asks his neighbor why we need a wall. Man has difficulty communicating and relating to one another. The narrator of the poem feels there is no need to mend the wall as there is no cattle but only pine and apple trees.
The wall not only serves as a physical image, but as a metaphor for a variety of things. Whatever it is that protests against it, however, is vague and perhaps unnameable. Frost maintains five stressed syllables per line, but he varies the feet extensively to sustain the natural speech-like quality of the verse. The second plane of sound is derived from the words and phrases they might be pronounced without regard to meaning, without regard to context. My Butterfly was his first published poem, which appeared on November 8, 1894, in The Independent. The problem goes away, and stays away for so long, people begin to think the problem no longer exists. It almost appears that the man is so bored at times that he would talk about or to anything.