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Robert Frost - 'Out, Out--'

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them 'Supper'. At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap--
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh.
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all--
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart--
He saw all spoiled. 'Don't let him cut my hand off
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!'
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then -- the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little -- less -- nothing! -- and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

Added: on January 10th, 2008 at 7:58 PM | Viewed: 29118 times | Comments and analysis of 'Out, Out--' by Robert Frost Comments (64)


'Out, Out--' - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 24. 'Out, Out--'
Volume: Mountain Interval
Year: Published/Written in 1916
Poem of the Day: Sep 3 2000

Comment 64 of 64, added on March 30th, 2008 at 2:25 AM.

the key word of the poem is "Supper". the last supper requires a victim.
after this sacrifice nobody took care, like Icarus, (you know another famous poem),it will be a myth for a while good to entertain the mob.



gabriel d'oracio from Romania
Comment 63 of 64, added on February 13th, 2008 at 8:50 AM.

"Sweet scented stuff"
This creates a soft quiet sound which sort of lulls you, also later in that line the poets word choice is effective because he says.. "breeze" which also creates a soft gentle atmosphere. But the repetition of "snarled and rattled" gives us a foreboding of something bad to come.

Tony from United Kingdom
Comment 62 of 64, added on January 10th, 2008 at 7:58 PM.

The emphasis on the words "Snarled and rattled", at the beginning of the poem, suggests to me a tragedy of some sort.
Snarled.......like a dog, rattled....like someting not in working order, gives us a foreboding of something bad to come. The use of the word "Sunset", when all dies down can be linked to the end of the Boys life.

margaret from Ireland

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