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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN THE SPEED COMES, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When the speed comes a-creeping overhead Last Line: Upon the soul, still sore from yesterday. Subject(s): Time | |||
When the speed comes a-creeping overhead And belts begin to snap and shafts to creak, And the sound dies away of them that speak, And on the glassy floor the tapping tread; When dusty globes on all a pallor shed, And breaths of many wheels are on the cheek; Unwilling is the flesh, the spirit weak, All effort like arising from the dead. But the task ne'er could wait the mood to come; The music of the iron is a law: And as upon the heavy spools that pay Their slow white thread, so ruthlessly the hum Of countless whirling spindles seems to draw Upon the soul, still sore from yesterday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND |
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