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Comment 13 of 23, added on February 8th, 2007 at 12:02 PM.
i love the poem it is very exotic just like me, i like to dance in the
meadow of daisies with my doggie berto he is my hero, i like long walks on
the beach and i like listening to classical yoga music, i have my own
bobblehead.
abu mohammad DECKER from Czech Republic
Comment 12 of 23, added on February 8th, 2007 at 11:48 AM.
this poem is about love not hate and about the snow and the stars
combined...you are all wrong about what it is about!
AMERICA!i live in america not canada from Australia
Comment 11 of 23, added on April 18th, 2006 at 9:47 PM.
stars help guide us through this chaotic life. they assure us of a place of
peace (with God).
MELISSA from United States
Comment 10 of 23, added on April 18th, 2006 at 9:21 PM.
Dude! Lynn is a smart one! Thank you Lynn! I totally get this poem now!
GENIUS!
Melissa from United States
Comment 9 of 23, added on March 26th, 2006 at 7:10 AM.
It could be about human frailty, as already stated, but I actually think
this about Frost's skepticism of fate. Often in poetry, "stars" are
synonomous with fate. With this poem, Frost is calling the stars "blind."
"How countlessly they congregate o'er the tumultuous snow." He sites the
mad chaos (the tumultuous snow) of the world as proof against the existence
of fate.
Scott from United States
Comment 8 of 23, added on March 17th, 2006 at 2:51 PM.
It's about how frail life is.
How countlessly they congregate - There's alot of people that die, and keep
dying.
O'er our tumultuous snow - Just talking about the earth and how unsteady it
is. tumultuous means noisy and disorderly so it's prolly just talking about
the human race on earth in general and how disorderly we are in our ways.
Keen-ness for our fate - meaning greif for our fate.
our faltering few steps on - faltering is to be unsteady in purpose due to
lack of courage or will.
And yet with neither love nor hate, [God doesn't help us to stay alive or
anything, but he's never shown hate.]
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes [Goddess of wisdom of course.]
Without the gift of sight. [failure to see how precious our lives really
are.]
Lynn from United States
Comment 7 of 23, added on December 13th, 2005 at 5:22 PM.
I Love Poets That Write about Love If You are a love poet go to
carlosrocks.piczo.com im a carlos fan.
Carlos from United States
Comment 6 of 23, added on November 26th, 2005 at 2:06 PM.
I don't get it! I truely do not get this poem's meaning and what it is
talking about.
Jessi from United States
Comment 5 of 23, added on November 16th, 2005 at 8:32 AM.
"Stars" by Robert Frost is a poem about the frailty of human life. "Our
faltering few steps" means that our lives are only a few steps compared to
the stars. Minerva is the goddess of wisdom in Greek mythology and(as far
as I can tell) the poem is talking about the first statue made of her (now
in the Louvre) made of ivory.
Anna from United States
Comment 4 of 23, added on September 21st, 2005 at 1:09 PM.
They are countless have you ever wonder about them??
Courtney from United States
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i love the poem it is very exotic just like me, i like to dance in the
meadow of daisies with my doggie berto he is my hero, i like long walks on
the beach and i like listening to classical yoga music, i have my own
bobblehead.
abu mohammad DECKER from Czech Republic