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Friday Poetry : Mending the Wall, By Robert Frost

Irish Landscapes The Wall, Sleivenamon , Tipperary Nigel Borrington

Irish Landscapes
The Wall,
Sleivenamon , Tipperary
Nigel Borrington

Mending the Wall

By Robert Frost

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.
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. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.

The Forest Wall Sleivenamon County Tipperary Nigel Borrington 2

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

6 responses

  1. Beautiful Frost and beautiful photo~

    September 2, 2016 at 10:37 pm

    • Hi Cindy πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you, just have to love Frosts Poems πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      September 7, 2016 at 11:34 pm

  2. Likes the picture!

    September 3, 2016 at 3:55 pm

    • Hello albinsson πŸ™‚

      Thank you , very please you like them and the post πŸ™‚

      September 7, 2016 at 11:35 pm

  3. I actually love those old stone walls, whether they are keeping things in or out or not…Seldom do we see Frost’s entire poem–it seems only a couple of the famous lines are often repeated. Nice to read the entire piece.

    September 3, 2016 at 11:28 pm

    • Hi Alli πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      We have some great old walls still around and yes some great work went into them πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Someone once suggested only using parts of poems but I feel that not what was intend when time was take to create them and never more so with Robert Frost πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      September 7, 2016 at 11:39 pm

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