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Analysis and comments on A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost

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Comment 18 of 108, added on August 27th, 2011 at 6:22 PM.
A peck of gold, Robert Frost

One could say of parable told
That gold is dust and dust is gold

Louis Picciuolo from United States
Comment 17 of 108, added on January 20th, 2011 at 5:31 AM.

What a poem by ROBERT FROST!!!!!
But i didnt totally understand its meaning

divyam gupta from India
Comment 16 of 108, added on February 16th, 2010 at 3:15 AM.
1st post

Hello. Please delete this message.

chkbse from United States
Comment 15 of 108, added on June 14th, 2009 at 8:54 AM.

Have you ever heard someone say that we all eat about eight spiders before
we die? The same thing applies here: not as common, but some say that we
all eat a peck of dust in our lifetime. A peck, by the way is the dry
equivalent of two gallons. Frost said that we all must eat our peck of
gold. He is saying that life is sugar-coated and is really nothing special
like everyone says. But this would somewhat contradict the conclusion of
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." I'm not really sure. Comment back.

Max from United States
Comment 14 of 108, added on March 7th, 2009 at 11:25 PM.

I believe this is an excellent poem by Robert Frost. This poem shows
meaning about the Gold Rush in the 1800's and how dust would pick up their
because of the mining and digging. Great Poem! Adios!

Rico from United States
Comment 13 of 108, added on October 12th, 2008 at 9:11 PM.

I'm studying robert frost in for my final yr 12 piece of assessment. we
have to pick a poem that relates to us somehow, or to a theme we want to
use in our spoken task. It was this poem that i chose to relate to myself
because i interpreted it as meaning: that in life we learn the most/
discover the most precious things in the most insignificant. i thought that
dust represented the insignificant happenings or people in our lives but
that if we listen to the wise people who told us 'some of the dust was
really gold' we would be able to appreciate that it is those happenings or
those people who really make our life rich.

but that's just my interpretation and we all know robert frost's poems are
written in such a way that they are able to have a million different

luv nat

Natalia from Australia
Comment 12 of 108, added on August 4th, 2008 at 10:09 AM.

I like this poem, I think it is a comment on growing up: We take the bad
with the good or some such idea. Here is why.
Setting Where, what -San Fran, Gold Rush, town is dirty and there is always
dust except when there is fog. Everything is a little dirty. Picture an
old west style ghost town or the new york subways.
Who - a grown up or older child talking about his youth. "I was one of the
children told"..what type of child would be told this info?
The dirt coated everything they touched and interacted with, can you
imagine? If it was just dirt, there would be no hope, but gold...possibly
there...so much you are eating it. Well that is worth something, it makes
you more of something. At least you think it does.

Julius from United States
Comment 11 of 108, added on April 17th, 2008 at 6:44 AM.

I really don't totally understand the meaning of the poem, so if anyone out
there could write it in the comments I would really apreciate it.

Ellen from United States
Comment 10 of 108, added on February 21st, 2008 at 12:23 PM.

i don't think that's a good poem

Halima from United Kingdom
Comment 9 of 108, added on November 15th, 2007 at 9:16 PM.

The gold dust he is referring to is from the California Gold Rush of the
1800s and all the families who went there looking for it but failed to
prosper. If there was gold dust in the air, it had no value, and if
children had to eat it in lieu of food, that was what it amounted to.


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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 11. A Peck of Gold
Volume: West-Running Brook
Year: 1928
Added: Feb 1 2004
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Poem of the Day: Jan 6 2002

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