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By Robert Frost Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of--was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove. When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In grass and sand, The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough To all my length.
The literary criticism presented by Hyatt Howe Waggoner critiques all the works of Robert Frost and the general feeling, style, and subjects of Frost’s Poetry. He claims that critics of the author admiringly see him as “a plain main speaking of homely things” or “the voice of common sense” after they have read his poetry. People who think disapprovingly of Frost argue that he cannot be a contemporary poet because his never involves science or technology from our age, but rather nature, birds, and snow storms. There was once an argument that Frost supported the Neo-Humanists with his writing and understood “the rightness” of the Neo-Humanists ways. Frost denies these claims. Roberts Frosts protest against the machine era have brought people back to their intellectual roots and made them think. His philosophical view on life is often confusing to some people and turns them away from his poetry, but the fans of Frost love his honest ideals and the intricate meanings behind his work that can give multiple interpretations.
To Earthward
Meaning:
There are many possible meaning for To Earthward, the one I chose tells the story of a man in two parts, the Then and the Now. The first part is the Then when he was innocent and the intimacy of love was too much for him. It was the petal of the rose that stung him, not the thorn. In the Now he is older and can never feel happiness without sorrow. I believe he was hurt by the past love. The poem ends with him saying the pain is not enough, he needs to feel the earth around him which I took to mean he wants death so he can finally rest peacefully. The pain left in his life was too much for him to bear any longer. Frost often writes using nature and more simplier things rather then the technology and advancements we have now. I believe this is a great idea because his poetry sounds more real and emotional when he talks about a rose instead of something like a car. This poem specifically has a great format to it and I enjoy how each person can see it differently.
Literary Criticism
What Have You Done? By Within Temptation [feat. Keith Caputo] Would you mind if I hurt you? Understand that I need to Wish that I had other choices than to harm the one I love What have you done now?! I know I'd better stop trying You know that there's no denying I won't show mercy on you now I know, should stop believing I know, there's no retrieving It's over now, what have you done? What have you done now?! I, I've been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away... oh Why, why does fate make us suffer? There's a curse between us, between me and you What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done now?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done now?! Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to? 'cause you have turned into my worst enemy You carry hate that I don't feel It's over now What have you done? What have you done now?! I, I've been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away... oh What have you done now?! Why, why does fate make us suffer? There's a curse between us, between me and you What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done now?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done?! What have you done now?! What have you done now, what have you done?... I will not fall, won't let it go We will be free when it ends I, I've been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away... oh What have you done now?! Why, why does fate make us suffer? There's a curse between us, between me and you I, I've been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away... oh What have you done now?! Why, why does fate make us suffer There's a curse between us, between me and you
Citations: Poem: Frost, Robert. “To Earthward.” American Poetry. Vol 1. New York. Literary Classics of the US. 2000. Literary Criticism: Waggoner, Hyatt Howe. “The Humanistic Idealism of Robert Frost.” http://www.poetryonline.org/Robert-Frost/Howe.htm. 2003. Duke University Press. 19 Nov. 2009.
