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Analysis and comments on The Pasture by Robert Frost

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Comment 31 of 141, added on February 12th, 2012 at 5:28 AM.
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much attention to this!...

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Comment 30 of 141, added on December 29th, 2011 at 11:53 AM.
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Comment 29 of 141, added on June 3rd, 2011 at 12:21 AM.
the pasture

I love the way that Robert speaks, he is so romantic and really take,s you
to the place where he is in the poem,is one of my favorite writers and
every single poem from him is just great !!!

vanessa from Costa Rica
Comment 28 of 141, added on April 7th, 2011 at 3:37 AM.
“Willow and Ginkgo”

I have a few question about “Willow and Ginkgo”
By Eve Merriam

List two lines from the poem that are to be read literally:
1.
2.

List two lines from the poem that contain vivid figurative language and
explain your choices:
1.
Explanation:
2.
Explanation:

Add two of your own lines of figurative language to the poem followed by
two lines to be read literally:

Figurative Line:
Literal Line:
Figurative Line
Literal Line:


Layla from Australia
Comment 27 of 141, added on January 4th, 2011 at 3:06 PM.
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amanda from United States
Comment 26 of 141, added on December 22nd, 2010 at 8:52 PM.
Robert Frost

Robert Frost has very touching and very disturbing poems which intell many
past stories about himself!

Jessie from United States
Comment 25 of 141, added on November 26th, 2010 at 5:02 PM.
The Pastures by Robert Frost

I see a love poem in these few stark sentences. The setting is gentle as
are the words. An invitation that pulls you along. It is indirect. A simple
country life, reflected in the rhythms of nature, the slow passage of time.
The company of one's love, possibly a friend. You come too! The great gift
of someone's presence! I can feel the fall air, a slight chill, the light
starting to fade. A sidelong glance at your face, the way the light hits
it, reassuring myself of your being at my side. And, the life. Simple
chores, simple pleasures, simple love.
Spencer of Ballston Lake, NY.

Spenser from United States
Comment 24 of 141, added on June 8th, 2010 at 5:45 PM.
the pasture by robert frost

i wish robert frost didnt write such complicated poems for me to model in
class. i dont even like this one and it makes no sense!!

juniper from Barbados
Comment 23 of 141, added on June 8th, 2010 at 5:45 PM.
the pasture by robert frost

i wish robert frost didnt write such complicated poems for me to model in
class. i dont even like this one and it makes no sense!!

juniper from Barbados
Comment 22 of 141, added on December 13th, 2009 at 3:04 PM.
My favorite Frost Poem

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.


Mike from United States

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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 8. The Pasture
Volume: North of Boston
Year: 1914
Added: Feb 1 2004
Viewed: 1461 times
Poem of the Day: Feb 26 2002


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