tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post2535709067209432588..comments2024-03-28T12:29:39.157-07:00Comments on Graphic Firing Table: Mending WallFDChiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-23173834757981216662008-08-08T11:07:00.000-07:002008-08-08T11:07:00.000-07:00I love hedgerows, too. Not only are they an art, ...I love hedgerows, too. Not only are they an art, but there is something refined in that effort to maintain proper borders. And hedgehogs get to live there, too!Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-87131201916078857182008-08-08T09:22:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:22:00.000-07:00YK, Lisa: Agree on your take on the poem - I think...YK, Lisa: Agree on your take on the poem - I think Frost is rueful but realistic, wishing his neighbor was a little less flinty-New-England-closed but understanding that he is what he is.<BR/><BR/>My mother's sister's family lived in a wooded plot in central Conneticuit, and I used to love wandering the New England woods in autumn, my nose full of the crisp, spicy scent of the fallen oak and maple leaves that half-buried these old tumbled stone walls left behind by the vanished farms of Frost's day.FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-29013491834756269252008-08-07T13:35:00.000-07:002008-08-07T13:35:00.000-07:00Good point on the interp. However, I do think Fro...Good point on the interp. However, I do think Frost is honoring the stoic New England tradition of piling and re-piling stone walls, even though the apples aren't going to run over to the other side (!)<BR/><BR/>To me, the poem acknowledges other's needs for borders. Though there is the slight and wry hypothetical question: "Something there is that doesn't love a wall," I believe Frost is saying most people like and need to know their boundaries, and that is just life, even in the small city.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-65369420144233164872008-08-07T11:08:00.000-07:002008-08-07T11:08:00.000-07:00Lovely wall.One of the most misquoted Frost poems,...Lovely wall.<BR/><BR/>One of the most misquoted Frost poems, of course. No one seems to remember that the infamous line is spoken by THE NEIGHBOR, who is suspect, to say the least.Linda Dovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02776352090489595324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-29581320351583635412008-08-07T06:02:00.000-07:002008-08-07T06:02:00.000-07:00Great pairing of visuals to poem.I am always fasci...Great pairing of visuals to poem.<BR/><BR/>I am always fascinated by walls which barely hang on. Which lean like Pisa's tower. Trees which grow into and around their constricting fences. <BR/><BR/>One in my neighborhood has thorougly infiltrated and subsumed the galvanized grid fence it abutted. It is now obstructed by an overlain picket fence, but I am inspired to try and get a photo anyway.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839236994990699117noreply@blogger.com