Mowing

Mowing by Robert Frost (1914)

The poem explores the tension between nature and human endeavor, as a mower struggles to tame a lawn that seems determined to resist his efforts. The speaker's voice is detached, observing the scene with a sense of irony and resignation. The poem raises questions about the futility of trying to control or dominate nature, and the ways in which it can be both beautiful and destructive.

By Robert Frost · First published 1914 · Genre: Poetry, Pastoral, Symbolism · 171 words

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There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.

What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound-

And that was why it whispered and did not speak.

It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf: Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers (Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.

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Poetry · Nature · Seasonal Change · Agriculture · Rural Life · Solitude · Reflection · Mortality · Cycle of Life · Futility · Human Condition · Existentialism

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