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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THERE ARE ROUGHLY ZONES, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We sit indoors and talk of the cold outside Last Line: It can blame this limitless trait in the hearts of men Subject(s): Ambition; Trees | |||
We sit indoors and talk of the cold outside. And every gust that gathers strength and heaves Is a threat to the house. But the house has long been tried. We think of the tree. If it never again has leaves, We'll know, we say, that this was the night it died. It is very far north, we admit, to have brought the peach. What comes over a man, is it soul or mind That to no limits and bounds he can stay confined? You would say his ambition was to extend the reach Clear to the Arctic of every living kind. Why is his nature forever so hard to teach That though there is no fixed line between wrong and right, There are roughly zones whose laws must be obeyed. There is nothing much we can do for the tree tonight. But we can't help feeling more than a little betrayed That the northwest wind should rise to such a height Just when the cold went down so many below. The tree has no leaves and may never have them again. We must wait till some months hence in the spring to know. But if it is destined never again to grow, It can blame this limitless trait in the hearts of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX |
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