Monday, March 9, 2015

Poetry

October

BY ROBERT FROST
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

This poem is about slowing time down and enjoying every passing moment, because thing change quickly, and before we notice it, we come to the end of a time period, and don't remember what we loved the most about it. The month of October and Autumn are used as metaphors, and they represent a time of ending, and a time of beginning. Life slips from our fingers way too quickly, and the poem is getting us to think about all the small things that make the past memorable. 


This poem also discusses the topic of time,  and how we mustn't live in fear of the future, but cherish the things in our present before they become our past. Even though time flies, we shouldn't allow it to control us, and instead of trying to predict what the future holds, we should focus on seizing every single minute we have. This has a more positive outlook on life, because it talks about how we can control our happiness by deciding to concentrate on the positive angle that the present contains, while Frost's poem has a sadder connotation, for it talks about how the end, and change in general is inevitable, and that we should enjoy the small things that make us happy before it's too late. 

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