Robert Frost’s poems cling to the reader’s psyche in some mystical way. Walls mean different things to different people. There are many analyses of this poem. Feel free to comment with your own.
Walls of words and rocks wedged together in a circle make a well--where deep down a water source remains a spring of refreshment.
Gathered granite glaciers strewn rocks are cleared from the land for plowing a new field of floral gardens.
Accumulated rocks build barriers, but moss mauls them down with weathered washes of seasons.
Tree roots upheave, wedge, wriggle under over and wend through rocks byways where they feel and melt with their acid tips --nothing to resist their pursuit to find nutrients to continue to exist.
Walls keep people in or out but can support a roof. The Berlin Wall was meant to be taken down. But the Great Wall of China remains.
I had that thought as well. These lines make me think of the T-admin-plan: “ In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed./ He moves in darkness as it seems to me “ I live old stone walls to look at, and I thought Richard’s comment above captured the feeling. Wall is a loaded word.
Early morning reveries woken up with the yearning to read your post and rock my way back to catch a few more zzzz’s.
Walls of words and rocks wedged together in a circle make a well--where deep down a water source remains a spring of refreshment.
Gathered granite glaciers strewn rocks are cleared from the land for plowing a new field of floral gardens.
Accumulated rocks build barriers, but moss mauls them down with weathered washes of seasons.
Tree roots upheave, wedge, wriggle under over and wend through rocks byways where they feel and melt with their acid tips --nothing to resist their pursuit to find nutrients to continue to exist.
Walls keep people in or out but can support a roof. The Berlin Wall was meant to be taken down. But the Great Wall of China remains.
I love your images of changing rockwalls and the positives that are possible—especially the well.
This has new meaning since I first studied Frost in light of immigration.
I had that thought as well. These lines make me think of the T-admin-plan: “ In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed./ He moves in darkness as it seems to me “ I live old stone walls to look at, and I thought Richard’s comment above captured the feeling. Wall is a loaded word.