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Comment 3 of 63, added on May 31st, 2007 at 5:06 PM.
It makes sense to me, and itís all too real and gruesome. You can call the
miller genuine, that he earned all he has by the sweat of his brow and work
of his own hands. PC mentality has gone much too far, but is the backlash
wherein it is implicitly accepted as OK to be a racist any better for our
society? Is the millerís smugness and revulsion toward John justifiable?
Does anything on the face of this earth justify the gruesome murder of a
person simply because one feels that they are better than another and find
that other disgusting? The way I read this, the miller murders John by
pushing him down into the wheel pit, and feels not one crumb of remorse for
the deed. I love Frostís work, but sometimes I find the depths of darkness
into which he delves disturbing, and this is one of his darkest.
Kurt W from United States
Comment 2 of 63, added on May 11th, 2007 at 7:51 AM.
This is simply about an authentic life -- the miller dislikes the Indian
and his poses because the miller is the authentic one here. The one who
has lived with the fish and made his living through the scruff of his hands
and he's contemptuous of the ones who constantly look back at something
they imagine they know about the past or how they were wronged. The poem
pre-dates the oppressive P.C. days of America and gets at a Yankee truth
which despises the "Poor Me" mentality as much as the "I am somehow
Comment 1 of 63, added on May 10th, 2007 at 7:06 PM.
Truthfully, this poem didn't make sense to me.
Jessica Graham from United States
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