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Robert Frost - A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

Added: on March 24th, 2006 at 11:32 AM | Viewed: 37158 times | Comments and analysis of A Late Walk by Robert Frost Comments (9)


A Late Walk - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 5. A Late Walk
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913

Comment 9 of 9, added on January 26th, 2007 at 10:39 AM.

Late for the year, late for the loving, late for the realization. This poem typically weaves natural and experiential themes into another level of meaning. The grand metaphor. Frost at his best.

Kermit Van brocklin from United States
Comment 8 of 9, added on January 26th, 2007 at 10:39 AM.

Late for the year, late for the loving, late for the realization. This poem typically weaves natural and experiential themes into another level of meaning. The grand metaphor. Frost at his best.

Kermit Van brocklin from United States
Comment 7 of 9, added on March 24th, 2006 at 11:32 AM.

when i first read this poem i loved it so much and i choose it for prized speaking!!

Kendra from United Kingdom

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