The Mending Wall Analysis

    mending wall

  • (in  Mending Wall (poem by Frost))
  • “Mending Wall” is a metaphorical poem written in blank verse, published in 1914, by Robert Frost (1874–1963). The poem appeared as the first selection in Frost’s second collection of poetry, North of Boston.
  • Mending Wall is the first full length album by Toronto-based band Chalk Circle. Named after a Robert Frost poem, it was released in 1987 by Duke Street Records.

    analysis

  • The process of separating something into its constituent elements
  • Detailed examination of the elements or structure of something, typically as a basis for discussion or interpretation
  • an investigation of the component parts of a whole and their relations in making up the whole
  • The identification and measurement of the chemical constituents of a substance or specimen
  • the abstract separation of a whole into its constituent parts in order to study the parts and their relations
  • a form of literary criticism in which the structure of a piece of writing is analyzed

the mending wall analysis

the mending wall analysis – Robert Frost's

Robert Frost's Poems
Robert Frost's Poems
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Mending Wall

Mending Wall
This wall is in the back of Robert Frost’s Farm in Derry, NH and is the subject of the following poem.

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing: 5
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made, 10
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go. 15
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 20
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across 25
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it 30
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 35
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 40
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

Mending Wall takes up the theme where A Tuft of Flowers in A Boy’s Will laid it down.

Mending Wall 1, or Ichthys Ensnared

Mending Wall 1, or Ichthys Ensnared
"Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down."

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