The Census-Taker

The Census-Taker by Robert Frost

The narrative unfolds with a census-taker arriving at a desolate, abandoned house in a remote mountainous area. The setting is stark, characterized by a lack of human presence and the decay of the environment. The protagonist's mission is to count the inhabitants, but he discovers that the house is empty, devoid of life or signs of habitation. As he surveys the surroundings, he reflects on the desolation, noting the absence of trees and the remnants of a once-thriving landscape. The autumn season is rendered meaningless in this barren place, where the natural indicators of time have vanished. The wind serves as a reminder of the absence of life, creating an eerie atmosphere. Despite his official role, the census-taker engages in a personal, almost whimsical counting of imagined souls, revealing his longing for connection and life. He enters the house, finding it cold and lifeless, with no signs of recent human activity. The emptiness weighs heavily on him, evoking a deep sense of sorrow for the lost potential of the place and its inhabitants. The protagonist grapples with the implications of his findings, contemplating the futility of his task in a landscape where life has dwindled to nothing. He feels a profound melancholy at the thought of counting souls that no longer exist, reflecting a desire for life to persist. The narrative culminates in a poignant realization of the stark reality of abandonment and the existential weight of silence in a world stripped of its inhabitants.

By Robert Frost · First published 1962 · Genre: Poetry, Literary Fiction, Philosophical Fiction · 709 words

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I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one door, The only dwelling in a waste cut over A hundred square miles round it in the mountains: And that not dwelt in now by men or women (It never had been dwelt in, though, by women, So what is this I make a sorrow of? )

I came as census-taker to the waste To count the people in it and found none, None in the hundred miles, none in the house, Where I came last with some hope, but not much After hours' overlooking from the cliffs An emptiness flayed to the very stone.

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