How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!–
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,–
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
i agree with that GEE guy~
This poem from Robert Frost is about humans and Minerva “the stars” and goddess of wisdom.
How countlessly they congregate – There are so many gathered that it’s impossible to count them. Means they are present.
O’er our tumultuous snow – Tumultuous means noisy and disorderly so he’s probably just talking about the humans on earth in general and how chaotic and disorderly they are. O’er means over, Minerva is over us.
Keenness for our fate – Meaning grief for our fate.
Our faltering few steps on – Faltering is to be unsteady in purpose due to lack of courage or will so It means that humans hesitate and are do unsteady actions.
And yet with neither love nor hate – Minerva “the stars” doesn’t help us to stay alive or anything, but he has never shown hate either, she is impartial.
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes – Minerva is the goddess of wisdom, she judges what is right and what has to happen.
Without the gift of sight – She can’t see us to help us
makes no sense
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i think we should all direct our focus to what really matters…Jake and hannah accioning! thats right you know what im talking about and you know why its vital..so yea who wants arbys.
Jeepers! You guys are all thinking too deeply. Its just talking about the stars! frost is a pascal poet. he talks about the country side, nature, horses. stars
countlessly they congregate- just look at the stars. There are too many to count and they are all clustered there, They congregate together.
O’er the tumultuous snow-hes again describing them how theyre noisy and disorderly. Theyre not arrnged in some type of pattern. DISORDERLY.
u can find shapes in them, some as tall as trees. Theyre invisible to us at dawn. they dont love or hate. they are as white as miinervas eyes.(ivory) and they of course cannot see!
i love it…mcdonalds! no i mean the poem stars by roberto froste
i love the poem it is very exotic just like me, i like to dance in the meadow of daisies with my doggie berto he is my hero, i like long walks on the beach and i like listening to classical yoga music, i have my own bobblehead.
this poem is about love not hate and about the snow and the stars combined…you are all wrong about what it is about!
stars help guide us through this chaotic life. they assure us of a place of peace (with God).
Dude! Lynn is a smart one! Thank you Lynn! I totally get this poem now! GENIUS!
It could be about human frailty, as already stated, but I actually think this about Frost’s skepticism of fate. Often in poetry, “stars” are synonomous with fate. With this poem, Frost is calling the stars “blind.” “How countlessly they congregate o’er the tumultuous snow.” He sites the mad chaos (the tumultuous snow) of the world as proof against the existence of fate.
It’s about how frail life is.
How countlessly they congregate – There’s alot of people that die, and keep dying.
O’er our tumultuous snow – Just talking about the earth and how unsteady it is. tumultuous means noisy and disorderly so it’s prolly just talking about the human race on earth in general and how disorderly we are in our ways.
Keen-ness for our fate – meaning greif for our fate.
our faltering few steps on – faltering is to be unsteady in purpose due to lack of courage or will.
And yet with neither love nor hate, [God doesn’t help us to stay alive or anything, but he’s never shown hate.]
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes [Goddess of wisdom of course.]
Without the gift of sight. [failure to see how precious our lives really are.]
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I don’t get it! I truely do not get this poem’s meaning and what it is talking about.
“Stars” by Robert Frost is a poem about the frailty of human life. “Our faltering few steps” means that our lives are only a few steps compared to the stars. Minerva is the goddess of wisdom in Greek mythology and(as far as I can tell) the poem is talking about the first statue made of her (now in the Louvre) made of ivory.
They are countless have you ever wonder about them??
There are two errors in the last stanza of the poem.
“starts” should be stars and “somw” should be some.
this poem is an amazing poem. i really got what he was trying to say about the stars.
well, this poem was titled stars, and i love the stars. but i really didn’t understand the poem, oh well