There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten–
If I ever read it.
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten–
If I ever read it.
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I think the old patch of snow was an old conversation and it has been brought up again and was forgotten. The newer thinks You are able to remember but older things are hater to remember.
i seem to be in a disagreement with quite a few people… i think this poem is about something that was once so little and insignificant at the time,but later it became something important, and now you regret over looking it.
i didn’t take this poem the way anyone else i see did. Maybe i don’t quite understand what they are saying. Anyway, I thought Robert Frost was saying we take thing for granted and dont appreciate them. We wait until their old and ugly to think about how they are just in the way. We forget they were once so pretty, and now they are just forgotten.
i belive this poem means that older things are nto treated as nicely as younger things,for example the homeless,everyone cares about the homeless youth and pay almost no attention to the elderly.
Sometimes we overlook what is in front of us. It is easy to dismiss the words of a fool. Paying attention is the way to realization.
Awesome poem. How often we do not notice how quickly life changes around us: either the changes in the seasons or the news of yesterday.
Cody D.
Canada.
I like this poem, especially the last line. Most people tend to not notice the little things around them. I think everyone should make an effort to. Being attentive and observant makes life more interesting, even if all you notice differently is a patch of half-melted, dirty snow.