The Onset
Always the same, when on a fated night
At last the gathered snow lets down as white
As may be in dark woods, and with a song
It shall not make again all winter long
Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,
I almost stumble looking up and round,
As one who overtaken by the end
Gives up his errand, and lets death descend
Upon him where he is, with nothing done
To evil, no important triumph won,
More than if life had never been begun.
Yet all the precedent is on my side:
I know that winter death has never tried
The earth but it has failed: the snow may heap
In long storms an undrifted four feet deep
As measured again maple, birch, and oak,
It cannot check the peeper's silver croak;
And I shall see the snow all go down hill
In water of a slender April rill
That flashes tail through last year's withered brake
And dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.
Nothing will be left white but here a birch,
And there a clump of houses with a church.
Can anyone explain the poem "The Onset" by Robert Frost?free antivirus
I love good poetry, and classic poetry, BUT...Danged if I can figure out what the heck that poem means!! I can't make heads or tails of it.
Can anyone explain the poem "The Onset" by Robert Frost?internet
The whole thing is about life and renewal. The weight of sorrow that is upon him. Winter is often symbolic not only of death but of grief. If you know the date of the poem, then it perhaps is linked to death of his child. Some of his most powerful ones came from that grief. Report It
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idont know but u wasted ur timewriting it
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