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Comment 6 of 6, added on February 4th, 2009 at 9:28 AM.
I don't think this poem has a "message." It's not "about" anything. It
presents an image, a metaphor, a comparison of dirty old snow and a wet old
newspaper blown into a street corner. The strength and pleasure in the
poem is in this surprisingly apt comparison. Both the dirty old patch of
snow and the wet old newspaper are left-overs whose day has past.
Sam from United States
Comment 5 of 6, added on March 15th, 2006 at 1:56 PM.
i didn't take this poem the way anyone else i see did. Maybe i don't quite
understand what they are saying. Anyway, I thought Robert Frost was saying
we take thing for granted and dont appreciate them. We wait until their
old and ugly to think about how they are just in the way. We forget they
were once so pretty, and now they are just forgotten.
Tina from United States
Comment 4 of 6, added on February 9th, 2006 at 6:22 PM.
i belive this poem means that older things are nto treated as nicely as
younger things,for example the homeless,everyone cares about the homeless
youth and pay almost no attention to the elderly.
worth from United States
Comment 3 of 6, added on July 30th, 2005 at 1:31 PM.
Sometimes we overlook what is in front of us. It is easy to dismiss the
words of a fool. Paying attention is the way to realization.
CP from United States
Comment 2 of 6, added on May 24th, 2005 at 9:08 PM.
Awesome poem. How often we do not notice how quickly life changes around
us: either the changes in the seasons or the news of yesterday.
Cody D.
Canada.
cody d'amours from Canada
Comment 1 of 6, added on November 15th, 2004 at 8:17 PM.
I like this poem, especially the last line. Most people tend to not notice
the little things around them. I think everyone should make an effort to.
Being attentive and observant makes life more interesting, even if all you
notice differently is a patch of half-melted, dirty snow.
Jenifer from United States
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I don't think this poem has a "message." It's not "about" anything. It
presents an image, a metaphor, a comparison of dirty old snow and a wet old
newspaper blown into a street corner. The strength and pleasure in the
poem is in this surprisingly apt comparison. Both the dirty old patch of
snow and the wet old newspaper are left-overs whose day has past.
Sam from United States