20th century poetry
Published on Nov 22, 2015
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
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To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This poem was written in 1923 by Robert Frost.
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in the 1920's world war II had just ended Theodore Roosevelt had died in 1919, for the first time in America more people lived in urban areas then rural.women won the right to vote, Germany's money hyper inflated this began the chain of events that lead to world war II.
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"And miles to go before i sleep" this ending line, the most famous line in the poem, is repeated leading to the belief that it is the thesis of this poem. The subject of this poem and the way that it was written seem at first glance to have nothing to do with current events, its just a poem about the forest on a snowy evening right? Unlikely, this poem connects very well with the very chaotic current events of the 5 or so years before it was written. It is like the writer is saying he wishes the world could stop for a moment in a peaceful place but it cant and neither could he in this poem.
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THERE are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it
And mark it with signs for its remembrance.
It is a river, this language,
Once in a thousand years
Breaking a new course
Changing its way to the ocean.
It is mountain effluvia
Moving to valleys
And from nation to nation
Crossing borders and mixing.
Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from now.
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here to-morrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
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And broken to shape of thought
Between your teeth and lips speaking
Now and today
Shall be faded hieroglyphics
Ten thousand years from
Sing—and singing—remember
Your song dies and changes
And is not here to-morrow
Any more than the wind
Blowing ten thousand years ago.
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Around 1910-1920 many things changed for world. Earth for humans wasn't the same as it had been just 20 years ago people weren't stuck in their hometowns any more they could travel anywhere, the world was becoming less mysterious. "It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean". Cultures were melding together and growing America was a melting pot and this poem seems to be about all of these things.
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