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Poet: Robert Frost (Robert Frost Art)
Poem: 39.
Misgiving
Volume: New Hampshire
Year: Published/Written in 1923
Comment 2 of 2, added on December 5th, 2009 at 2:18 AM.
Misgiving
Oh, I beg to differ on SO many levels. For one who does not live in "American Society" you are certainly quick to draw conclusions about something you are ignorant of. The piece uses the leaves as a metaphor for the passage from childhood into adulthood and then to the afterlife. Beging life with such innocence, promise and enthusiasm, it is simple to cry out, I will, I will! When the time draws near and the chosen path is more difficult than one realises, fear sets in. One cowers away from the great things you can accomplish for fear of failure, difficulty and uncertainty. It is so easy to remain, settle for mundain. To never step off the beaten path, or in lamense terms, "I will do what is safe because I can not risk for my dreams". When the largest adventure and greatest and final Journey comes from shedding the confines of the body after ones last breath, like the leaves themselves have done, I pray I have the courage and strength to search out all I couldnt in life. Instead of stopping, let me soar... I very much enjoy the works of Frost, more so the parables he uses in his writtings.
Catherine Rose from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on February 22nd, 2006 at 6:35 AM.
this poems message is advice from Frost to be aware and knowledgeable of experiences that may have had an affect in our lives and to appreciate the free-will each and everyone of us are given.
american society is a failure
duff
duff from Australia
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Oh, I beg to differ on SO many levels. For one who does not live in "American Society" you are certainly quick to draw conclusions about something you are ignorant of. The piece uses the leaves as a metaphor for the passage from childhood into adulthood and then to the afterlife. Beging life with such innocence, promise and enthusiasm, it is simple to cry out, I will, I will! When the time draws near and the chosen path is more difficult than one realises, fear sets in. One cowers away from the great things you can accomplish for fear of failure, difficulty and uncertainty. It is so easy to remain, settle for mundain. To never step off the beaten path, or in lamense terms, "I will do what is safe because I can not risk for my dreams". When the largest adventure and greatest and final Journey comes from shedding the confines of the body after ones last breath, like the leaves themselves have done, I pray I have the courage and strength to search out all I couldnt in life. Instead of stopping, let me soar... I very much enjoy the works of Frost, more so the parables he uses in his writtings.
Catherine Rose from United States