Life at mach speed!

Robert Frost, The Wood-Pile


Ah to live in such beautiful country and not desert! The imagery that Robert Frost portrays is amazing and peaceful. The first image that I get in my head is a walk in the forest to get some me time and taking in the awe and beauty that nature provides for free. At this point you could literally hear the flap of the wing of a bird it was so quiet. As he walks through this frozen swamp to put his mind at ease here comes a little piece of what he is trying to escape. LIFE. The bird, I believe is the general public that is always suspicious of everyone and everything. It says in his small biography at the beginning that he stays away from the cities and prefers the country. That tells me that he finds people at times to be repulsive. He despises some of what the city offers. As he walks in the swamp and meets and greets his friend, his eyes are drawn to the misplaced wood-pile that had been there for years. Here again this paints a picture in my head that the wood-pile represents how people get to caught up in life that they forget the simple things. I think this reflects again Roberts idea about city life.


Robert Frost, Neither Out Far, Nor In Deep

Robert was trying to show how people look abroad for answers to their problems in life but don't realize that they are right in front of them. The analogy of standing along the sand and watching the sea all day, tells me that people are trying to find the meaning of happenings in life. Then he goes on to sat that "But wherever the truth may be- The water comes ashore." This is saying that while you waste time looking abroad for answers, the answers are right in front of you. The water comes ashore. The tone in this piece is direct. In the first and second stanza, Robert basically points out that people are always pointing the blame, per say, to someone or something else. In the third stanza, Robert says that what you are looking for is right there in front of you. By the fourth stanza, Robert comes out and says that people can be so oblivious that they forget to look at themselves. This poem could tie in with The Wood-Pile because here again people need to slow down and smell the roses.