Comment 14 of 14, added on April 13th, 2016 at 5:40 PM.
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Your hotnsey is like a beacon
from Congo, Democratic Republic of
Comment 13 of 14, added on December 21st, 2014 at 4:50 PM.
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Comment 11 of 14, added on February 10th, 2012 at 12:34 PM.
Happy shab-e-yalda (winter soistlce night) everyone!Many fond memories of
the family gathering around a Korsi(oh, just look it up) and drinking chai
and eating gaz, sohaan, zolbia, and bamieh.
Comment 10 of 14, added on March 12th, 2010 at 1:16 PM.
lost of a love
i loved the poem
srhtr from United States
Comment 9 of 14, added on October 11th, 2009 at 10:09 PM.
For me, the power of this poem lies in this: Almost the whole poem is spent
painting a vivid picture, creating an atmosphere of splendid seasonal
melancholy. Only in the very last line does Frost twist the focus and
thrust that feeling into the reader's heart like a knife.
from United States
Comment 8 of 14, added on March 5th, 2009 at 12:57 AM.
"Reluctance" speaks to the fact that everything will end, and in implies
that endings in and of themselves should not be viewed in the pejorative as
a rule. All change necessitates the premise that something has ended, yet
here the title of the poem thrusts the concept of "reluctance" out of the
void as it not mentioned within the body of the work. Frost argues that
reluctance is the integral factor determining success or failure in the
endeavor at hand. When stating, "I have walked..." he relays the concept of
a journey which is now surely complete. Going further, dipping his brush in
his favorite color from the palette, Frost invokes nature, reflecting man's
reluctance to change in the paradoxically warm and cold picture of leaves,
long since autumn, falling at last and blowing across the surface of the
snow. Free will arises as the journey of the man ends, but his feet
question "wither" or where to go. Often the case with Frost, here again he
creates a labyrinth within a few short verses which ultimately leaves the
reader with a compelling paradoxical reality. Reluctance may prolong the
ending of an endeavor only to bring ill effects. Reluctance may induce the
ending of an endeavor only to bring effects. Misery itself lies within the
creature at home in this poem. He or she faces the end of something
integral to his or her self. Concurrently, no replacement for this void is
known, and he or she rightfully fears rebuke from society, as Frost calls
it, endings being seen as "treason". The reluctant traveler in this work
teaches us that change is not the enemy. Reluctance to change in equal
measure with reluctance not to change leads to death.
Dennis Sayles from United States
Comment 7 of 14, added on January 1st, 2009 at 12:46 AM.
A spiritual perspective: Man was created to be an eternal being, able to
eat freely from the Tree of Life. Relationships were supposed to last
forever. After the Fall from grace, everything became temporary. Yes, it
feels like treason, like a betrayal when things die. It was not supposed
to be so. Everything in us rages against the dying of the light.
from United States
Comment 6 of 14, added on November 5th, 2008 at 4:27 PM.
Does anyone else see the paradox? If we are inevitable to some things like
loss of love or even death, that means that we have no control over it. So
that makes us as people less powerful. But, living life after that and not
giving up in order to find meaning in turn makes us more powerful. I think
Frost uses this in a lot of his work. Just a twisted way to think about
Julián from Mexico
Comment 5 of 14, added on February 6th, 2006 at 2:24 PM.
Reluctance of the homebound speaker to end a journey finds reinforcement
in that of the noble oak to relinquish leaves. A solitary heart in each
denies its losses of love and seasons, suggesting the two are so similar,
but triteness says so in only lesser poetry than this. The spirit is
willing, or the heart is, to resist both the drift of things and yielding
to reason, but the feet betray the weakness of flesh, and demand
John MacRae Fox from United States
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