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"stands at the end of a poem ready in waiting to catch you by both hands with enthusiasm and drag you off your balance
over the last punctuation mark into more
than you meant to say." Or we have the
case of Coleridge and poor old Mrs. Barbauld, who objected that there was no
moral in The Ancient Mariner. cCMadam/'
he replied, ((the moral obtrudes far too
openly."
Or we have the case of Yeats. An 3dmirer sent Yeats an interpretation of one
of his poems and aslced if it was right. Yeats,
replied, grudgingly, that it was, but added
that he did not think poets ought to interpret their own poems, or give the green
light to the interpretations of other people,
for this would serve to limit the poems. ,
But this does not imply that a ~m , !
is a stimulus to which any response; so
long as it is intense, is acceptable. It does
not mean that the poem is 'merely a body
of material which the reader may fanciMIy
reorder according to his whim. But it does
imply, that, though the poem is a controlledfQCUS of experience, within the terms
of that, control Jtiany transliterations are
possible as variants of the root attitude expressed. (There are many ways to state,
the theme of a poem.)
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poems: The poets may
' make theirto theprotests
and reservations,
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but discussions will continue. As a starting
0 TURN
ROBERT FROST
After a Drawing from Life Made in 19'7 during a Lecture Period in An" Arbor
With that first stania we have a simple contrast, the contrast between the man in
Now, the poem we are dealing with may the village, snug at his hearthside, and the
be said to be simple---that is, the event pre- man who stops by the woods. The sane,
sented is, in itself, simple and the -poet practical man has shut himself up against
says, quite simply, what the event presum- the weather; certainly he would not stop in
ably means. But this does not mean that the middle of the weather for no reason at
the implications of the event are not com':' all. But, being a practical man, he does not
plex; the area of experience touched upon- mind if some fool stops by his woods so
by the poem is "suggestive" or "ha~ting." long as_the foot merely looks and does not
And all good poems, even the s1ll'ipleSt, do any practical damage, . does -not steal
work, it seems to me, in exactly that way. firewood or break down fences. With this
They drop a stone into the pool of our stanu we seem to have a contrast between
being, and the ripples spread.
the sensitive and the insensiti:ve man, the
Well, we have been away from the poem man who useS the world and the man who
too long. Let us go back to it. It does contemplates 'the world. And the contrast
look simple. A man driving by a dark woods seems to be in favor of the gazer and not
;tops to admire the scene, to watch the the owner-for the purposes of the poem
;now falling into the special darkness. He at least. In fact, we may even have the
'emembers the name of the man who owns question: Who is the owner, the man who
:he woodS and knows that the man would is miles away or the man who can really see
lot begrudge him a look. He is not trespass- the woods?
ng. The little horse is restive and shakes
With the second stanza another contrast
he harness bells. The man decides to drive emerges:
m, because, as he says, he has promises to
My little horse must think it queer
~eep--he has to get home to deliver the
To
stop without a farmhouse near
r-oceries for supper-and he has miles to
Between the woods and frozen lake
~o before he can afford to stop, before he
The darkest evening of the year.
an sleep.
At the literal level that is all the poem
Here we have the horse-man contrast.
las to say. But if we read it at that level, The horse is practical too. He can see no
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of this last little turn? Is it merely a kind Beside it, and there may be two or three
of coyness, a little ironical, wry turn, with- Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
out content, a mere mannerism? (And I But I am done with apple-picking now.
think that in some of Frost's poems we do Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
have the mere mannerism, a kind of self- The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
imitation.) Why had not the man been I got from looking through a pane of glass
asked to come in? The thrush's song had I skimmed this morning from the drinking
seemed to be an invitation. But it had not
trough
been an invitation after all. First, because And held against the world of hoary grass.
the invitation does not fi t the man; his It melted, and I let it fall and break.
object is different and
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep
the invitation to surrenbefore it fell,
der, to lament, is not for
And
I could tell
him. Second, and more
What
form my dreamin g
importantly it seems, we
was
about
to take.
have the implication that
Magnified apples appear
the bird cannot speak to
and disappear,
the man. I t has not the
Stem end and blossom end,
language of man. It can
And every fleck of russet
only speak in terms of its
show ing clear.
own world, the world of
My instep arch not only
nature and the dark
keeps the ache,
woods, and not in terms
It keeps the pressure of a
ladder-round.
of the man who is waitI feel the ladder sway as the
ing for the darkness to
boughs bend.
define the brilliance of
And
I keep hearing fr om
the stars. So here we
the
cellar bin
have again the manThe rumblin g sound
nature contrast (but we
Of load on load of apples
must remember that nacomin g In.
ture is in man, too), the
For I have had too much
contrast between the two
Of apple-picking: I am
kinds of beauty, and the
overtired
idea that the reward, the R OB ERT PE N N WARRE N , POET AND A U THOR Of the great harvest
I myself desireu.
dream, the ideal, stems
from action and not from surrender of There were ten thousand thousa nd fru it to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down , and not let fall.
action.
us leave the dark-wood symbol and
turn to a poem which, with other materials, treats Frost's basic theme. This is
:'After Apple-Picking," the poem which I
1m inclined to think is Frost's masterpiece,
.t is so poised, so subtle, so poetically col.erent in detail.
ET
For all
That struck the e3.rth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stu bbl e,
\Vent surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is .
\Vere he not gone,
The woodchuck could say wh eth er it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its comin g on,
Or just some human sleep.
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The dream will relive the world of effort, even to the ache of the instep arch
where the ladder rung was pressed. But
is this a cause for regret or for self-congratulation? Is it a good dream or a bad
dream? The answer is not to be found in
statement, for as far as the statement goes
he says:
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
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To quote again:
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he lIot gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
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