Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Mending Wall
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 neighbor 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.
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 neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? 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 neighbors."

Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Gal 6:2


Blogger Pig wot flies said...

Hooray, you're posting again! Where's the pic? It goes with with the Frost poem.

6:29 AM  
Blogger The King and I said...

Dear David. Welcome back. Lovely to see a post on your blog. I too love the picture. The verse is good too. Makes me rethink my selfishness. Whats the craic with the wall though? Ha. See you soon and love the post!!!!

8:34 AM  
Blogger Dave Routledge said...

Hi Pigwot

thanks for commenting; the pic was taken at the foot of Mount Snowdon, on our summer holiday this year. there is a lovely cafe in a stone cottage, that also houses exhibits from local artists, and serves soup, homemade lemonade and italian coffee, and is a must if ever you visit. The host is a single guy who is incredibly hospitable, telling us(I had Aaron with me and we climbed the mountain setting out at 5 am) to "treat the place as your own". I spent 20 mins or so evangelising to him; I'd love to say he was saved there and then, but who knows.

As a student and lover of literature I would love to know what you thik think of the Frost poem.

God bless

8:45 AM  
Blogger Dotun said...

by popular demand.............he is back.
let's see what the English man will be saying this time around.

good to ave u back...............then wait for my 'yabis'.

11:54 AM  
Blogger Debs said...

Good to have you back Dave :-)

8:11 AM  

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