It was not dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf: Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers Pale orchises , and scared a bright green snake. Sponsored Links There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. The poem tells the story of the last night before an old man's death. Despite the comlexity of his poem his implied message is rather simple.
But 99% of knowledge came about from some attempt in the spirit of alchemy. The scythe seemed whispering, not speaking loudly, to the earth. Thematically the poem is divided into an octet and a sextet. I know not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something perhaps, about the lack of sound— And that was why it whispered and did not speak. Are all the soul-and-body scars too much to pay for the life that deals them? He is able to further intrigue the reader by personifying the scythe and making the scythe a companion during a day of work as opposed to a tool by which to carry out your tasks.
Can the writer, the reader, the mower in the field, help but look behind and within the facts for something more than the just the facts? His messages are conveyed using poetic techniques such as imagery, structure and humor, revealing a complex side of the poem as well as achieving an overall light-hearted effect. He accomplished this throughout his career by breaking molds that had been set by pervious writers. The scythe would not be content milling the grain nor would the farmer be happy as a banker. The poem is remarkable for what it does not say: Frost those though spell out the fact that this is a timeless labor. What the scythe is saying is unknown to the speaker; in the same way, what the poem is saying is not always known to the poet as he is working. Instead of dreaming about inactivity or reward for its labor as a person would, the scythe takes its sole pleasure from its hard work. If poetry works toward an articulation of truth, and this truth is factual, then a great paradox sits at the heart of poetry.
But the scathe is too quiet for the speaker to hear and therefor he cannot know the truth. As a statement about art in general and poetry in particular, the poem tells us that the Real, the common voice, the realities of work and labor—these are sweet; poetry inheres in these things and need not be conjured through willful imagining, flights of fancy elves , or an abandonment of the everyday. Again, there are overtones of the Divine Comedy here — Dante travels, meeting Beatrice at the end of his journeys. Poem There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. The scythe whispers back and forth as he works, and he starts imagining what the scythe might be saying.
He describes how the ant society is much more sophisticated and intellectual than the likes of the moth. The scathe whispers the facts, the facts the speaker longs to know. Summary: On a hot day, when the narrator is working in the field, at that time he notices that his scythe appears to be whispering as it works. And he will never know what was said by the scathe, so he does not try to understand but rather moves on. He eventually concludes that the scythe is expressing its own beliefs about the world. The poem as a whole serves as a metaphor for the way humans deal with issues like death.
No requests for explanation or general short comments allowed. Now doing its work, the scythe could not indulge in daydreaming, which is the gift or the result of idle moments. Personal loss, grief, tragedy; in a sense, these are destiny, and that seems to be what this poem is getting at. It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf: Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers Pale orchises , and scared a bright green snake. It receives satisfaction from its dedicated and hard work in the field.
As a statement about living, the poem seems to say that working in the world, embracing and engaging its facts through action, is a prerequisite for knowledge about it. I know not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something perhaps, about the lack of sound— 5 And that was why it whispered and did not speak. I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound— And that was why it whispered and did not speak. I do believe he is speaking of the rewards of work. Through the works, Mowing, Buttons, The Road and the End, and The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg express the viewpoint of realism through a variety of metaphors, personification, mood shift, rhythm and imagery. Precisely, engaging in hard labor is the catalyst for finding the truth. The speaker is certain the scythe whispered words, but is uncertain what it specifically said.
The speaker of the poem perceives what he takes to be a significant coincidence, then speculates on what the coincidence might mean, or whether it means anything at all. He is able to further intrigue the reader by personifying the scythe and making the scythe a companion during a day of work as opposed to a tool by which to carry out your tasks. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. As the poem progresses, the working man realizes that with hard work great rewards can come and he forgets the idea of the scythe whispering. To find the answers to whatever questions you may have, work is a necessity as it leads to eblightenment and knowledge.
Only the 12 th line can reasonably be read as strictly iambic. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. The speaker realizes that the scythe is teaching him a lesson about the value of work and happiness in the world. He does not seem to be addressing anyone in particular. The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
Commentary: The comment on this poem over at is actually quite good. Which does poetry reflect better — the whisper, or articulate speech? The old man seems to realize this in a certain point in the poem, and decides that he no longer wants to live. Dante is lost in a dark wood before he emerges and sees a hill he cannot pass. Frost aligns himself with the tradition of Wordsworth, not only with his praise of nature but with his choice of language with ordinary men. If the fact- as-dream is interpreted as indicating that the entire reverie reflects an intensely sensuous joy in the immediate human experience, that such pleasurable experience constitutes an end in itself, the poem obviously makes sense in those terms. In the end, he decides that it was not a dream and that it was no work of magic or enchantment and he goes back to working. The ways in which Frost represents and symbolizes ideas of solitude and desolation in poems are somehow slightly or very different.