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Comment 4 of 84, added on July 16th, 2005 at 11:53 PM.
For you to doubt the likelihood
boughten-bought with decency
This poem is about responsiveness.
(2) respond to
CP from United States
Comment 3 of 84, added on June 25th, 2005 at 10:41 AM.
Reading of the poem I'm thinking frost is talking about a woman like Dame
Elizabeth Taylor, think of the husbands, hollywood and Abishag.
Mtukufu from Kenya
Comment 2 of 84, added on September 19th, 2004 at 9:35 AM.
It's a mere quibble, but I think it's "swing for the bleachers."
Frost liked to add (or at least once claimed so within my hearing) to his
readings of this poem the final line, "Or somebody else will provide for
I tend to read the poem as Frost's somewhat sarcastic comment on the
fickleness of fat and the rat race of riches, the telling phrase being:
"Others on simply being true.
What worked for them might work for you."
Or, of course, perhaps not.
from United States
Comment 1 of 84, added on September 12th, 2004 at 11:15 AM.
It's about fate, this time... about beating fate.
Wither go out before it can dig into your or, "if predestined to die late,"
swing for the benches... I think that's the term.
Master Frost starts with a classic example of falling from grace,
illustrating the cruelty of fate.
Of course, in the sixth stanza, we face the truth that it's not just fate
we will be fighting but, also, the hardships of life... and we can't just
slack off in the end, because today can't truly make tomorrow easier if
nothing is done about it. Abishag can not trust in her past to provide a
comfortable future for her; her "disregard" has already put her on another
Perhaps the last stanza is supposed to be critically sarcastic... or maybe
just punctual. If you die with "boughten friendship," then I take it you'd
be rich... so, better to be able to buy friends than to die lonely? No...
How about the first line: "better to die dignified..." Better to die in a
kingly manner than to die in the street. You may have no true friends
either way, but one state is surely better than the other.
So, there again: fate. Fate is ultimate buzz-killer. Frost wants us to
screw with fate like fate screws with us.
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