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Analysis and comments on The Wood-Pile by Robert Frost

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Comment 5 of 105, added on December 14th, 2007 at 8:10 AM.

i apologise for the spelling mistakes below ! ! !

emmmm . . . thanx 4 readin ! ! !

frost = ginger genius

Hellianna from Ireland
Comment 4 of 105, added on December 13th, 2007 at 9:57 AM.

I think Robert Lee Frost is an under rathed genius ! ! ! each of his many
poems suck ass (in a good way) and explore the intensity nof nature and
death through isolation and lonliness ! ! !we should be praising Frost
instead of rejecting him ! ! ! what give you the right to criticise sum1
with such talent ? ? ?

Robert Frost shows throgh this poem how man de-appreciates nature. he
illustrates through harsh imagery and language how man, forgets and takes
advantage of nature by just simpley leaving a pile off wood untouched.
Frost wonders y such a thing can be left alone not being usedd but
obvioulsy needed.

this also shows the carelessness of man's attitude towards nature as he has
cut down tree/s in his selfishness as he thought he needed it for fire, but
obviously realised he didn't and left it lying there, forgot about it.
this also emphasises man's greed.

the bird represents the love that Frost had for each of his dying relatives
he lost. he writes that the bird was there, then he went away, even forgot
about. this hows me the reader how Frost himself doesnt feel he paid as
much attention as he shoyld have to those before he died. it sahows his
deep regret and how he tried to forget in the long run, but failed,
cou7ldn't hence why we are reading this poem.

the bird also represents how man and nature and work along side each other,
if not thinking of carelessy, can be at one . . .

Here, Do U Love It ? ? ?

Hellianna from Ireland
Comment 3 of 105, added on September 3rd, 2007 at 2:33 PM.

Frost had to have stumbled upon this piece of 'handiwork' himself while
exploring. I wonder what's there now? A parking lot? Football stadium? High
school?

greg
Comment 2 of 105, added on September 2nd, 2007 at 7:35 PM.

Even the word is neatly split by Frost.
This poem speaks to the integrity of work. A tribute to a man's hands,
skill with an axe, physical strength and so on.
The speaker calls the wood-pile "handiwork". That's what it is . Art
without utility though its original intent was utilitarian the wood-pile
now stands as art.

The poem ends with some darker images - 'burning of decay.'. the speakers
seems unexplainably annoyed with the little bird that joins him.


Greg from Canada
Comment 1 of 105, added on November 26th, 2004 at 5:52 AM.

This poem is alright and at the moment im doing a presentation on it for my
english literature class. There is no analysis on the net for it-how
poopy!!!

Stephanie Smith from United Kingdom

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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 5. The Wood-Pile
Volume: North of Boston
Year: 1914
Added: Feb 1 2004
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