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The Mending Wall--Robert Frost

June 27th, 2005 (03:59 pm)
current song: Naught More Terrific Than Man

(gaps by ginger)

Something there is
that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun,

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs.

The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them
or heard them made,

at spring mending-time
we find them there.

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet
to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each
the boulders that have fallen
to each.

And some are loaves
and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'

We wear our fingers rough
with handling them.

Oh, just another kind
of out-door game,

One on a side.
It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines,
I tell him.

He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.

Spring is the mischief in me,
and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

'Why do they make good neighbors?

Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is
that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down.'

I could say 'Elves'
to him,

But it's not elves exactly,
and I'd rather
He said it for himself.

I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly
by the top In each hand,

like an old-stone savage

He moves in darkness as it seems to me~

Not of woods
and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes
having thought of it so well

He says again,

"Good fences make good neighbors."

i hear Bob was a right prick.
Bit of a Dick, himself......

Me too, of late.

*knocks over a few stones, chooses one to sit down on, and smokes quietly in the open gap*

Word has it, there's something fairly spectacular going to happen in the sky around dusk tonight.
Come out and watch with me.


Posted by: Speed_Draven_X (sdx)
Posted at: June 27th, 2005 09:18 pm (UTC)

That was awesome.

Posted by: Organizational Anarchist (napalmgod)
Posted at: June 28th, 2005 04:16 am (UTC)

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in, and keeps my mind wondering...

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