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Robert Frost's Life:
Born in 1874, and died in 1963
While he described himself as a family man,
it's often said that he felt very alienated from
his family
His wife passed away in 1938, and he lost
four of his children to death or mental illness
After the death of his wife, Frost moved on to
become lovers with his secretary and often wrote
poems about her in his later years
Robert Frost:
Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
The narrator has gone on an adventure and witnessed nature, and has finally returned home.
Just like everything else, the journey has come to an end
This new arrival is met with a negative tone
Could these "leaves" be memories?
Is this "oak" a symbol of us as humans?
The season has passed, nature is moving on
Now that the adventure is over, the narrator doesn't
know what to do or where to go
Is it treason to accept change?
Love is like seasons, a natural phenomenon we cannot change
Questions or comments?