As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.
no Frost would not come in where “verdurous gloom” loom in Keatsean romance with nightingale.Rather he was out for stars because it is always better to light a candle, ,however dim the intensity has,than to curse the darkness. Again Frost always experiences a momentary stay against confusion for which he prefers to stay at the entrance of the woods.He never enters however lovely dark and deep it would become.It is the clear declaration to face reality than to lamant for lost glory.So hope breathes even in dying milieu but by individual potency.
I think it is afantastic poem just you have to analayse it and realize the deep meaning of the poem!
the poem seems 2 b influencd by the sorrows that frost faced after the death of his wife, daughter an son…
the dark woods represent his sorrow while the bird represents his freedom…unsurprisingly the poem is set around nature…despite his sadness, the poem seems quite optemistic.
This poem is evidently about freedom. The persona wants to be free from sadness and grief, therefore choosing a thrush, which is a bird. Birds are the most free animals, that can soar and venture. At the same time, they are also very fragile, which is the persona’s state. The persona at first feels hopeless, but soon sees a slight chance of hope,”Though it could still sing,” “still lived for one song more.” The spots of hope through darkness are represented on the thrush’s chest, because a thrush is dark brown and has white spots. Those spots are the rays of hope through the darkness.The bird calls the persoan to lament,”Far in the pillared dark… to the dark and lament.” He eventually chooses the light, and refuses to go back into the darkness.
This poem is soo deep. The imagery is wonderful!
In all Frost’s poems, it seems to me that it always has a lot to do with strolls through nature. I find it beautiful and engaging. It jogs the mind to paint an exquisite picture. This is an awesome poem!!!