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For the informal portion of this essay, I approach answering this query from a different perspective. Very often, the weather is the start of conversations with our friends, family members and acquaintances -- even casual ones. One revels if the weather is good, especially on a nice spring day that is not quite hot but certainly a mark of winter's departure. On the other hand, if the weather is unfriendly, one commiserates with those involved in the discussion. I will explore the notion of the state of the weather not withstanding, how we react to it is a reflection of our souls. We will enjoy the weather if we are in a good mood. We will not if we are not in a good mood.
Consider the events of September 11, 2001. The day started out as one of the most spectacularly beautiful late-summer, not-quite-autumn days. And indeed, most people probably commented on how nice a day it was. What occurred...
Most have described it as unreal, as if the events unfolded in a movie, or, more aptly, in a video game. And a few hours later when a literal pall of gray hung over New York City, the figurative gloom was experienced by people all over the United States. This in fact, changed the course of history for a large portion of the world and will perhaps dictate foreign policy for several decades to come. One can be assured that nobody remembers what beautiful weather we experienced on that fateful day almost seven years ago.
From reading the four poems by Robert Frost in the given list, I chose "Fire and Ice" as my favorite. This is because I can relate to the two doomsdays scenarios to which we have to become accustomed. The fist is, Death through terrorist activities (Fire); the second is the catastrophe of Climate Change (Ice).
For the informal portion of this essay, I approach answering this query from a different perspective. Very often, the weather is the start of conversations with our friends, family members and acquaintances -- even casual ones. One revels if the weather is good, especially on a nice spring day that is not quite hot but certainly a mark of winter's departure. On the other hand, if the weather is unfriendly, one commiserates with those involved in the discussion. I will explore the notion of the state of the weather not withstanding, how we react to it is a reflection of our souls. We will enjoy the weather if we are in a good mood. We will not if we are not in a good mood.
Consider the events of September 11, 2001. The day started out as one of the most spectacularly beautiful late-summer, not-quite-autumn days. And indeed, most people probably commented on how nice a day it was. What occurred between not long after eight and somewhere after ten am boggles the senses. Most have described it as unreal, as if the events unfolded in a movie, or, more aptly, in a video game. And a few hours later when a literal pall of gray hung over New York City, the figurative gloom was experienced by people all over the United States. This in fact, changed the course of history for a large portion of the world and will perhaps dictate foreign policy for several decades to come. One can be assured that nobody remembers what beautiful weather we experienced on that fateful day almost seven years ago.
From reading the four poems by Robert Frost in the given list, I chose "Fire and Ice" as my favorite. This is because I can relate to the two doomsdays scenarios to which we have to become accustomed. The fist is, Death through terrorist activities (Fire); the second is the catastrophe of Climate Change (Ice).
Robert Frost -- Life Issues and Parallels to My Life A Life Filled with Tragic Inspiration Robert Frost was a prolific American writer and poet whose work captured the difficulties some of the most challenging periods in modern American history as well as his personal trials and tribulations. Frost's work is known for the eloquence that he was able to express using the simple language of common colloquial speech (Holman & Snyder,
Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" tells the story of a traveler making the decision to travel the road less traveled, but looking back upon the road not taken and wondering what might have been. On first glance the reader might assume that Frost is touting the benefits of taking the road less traveled, or the path in life that is perhaps most unclear. Too many people assume that the
Robert Frost treats several themes in his short lyrical poem, "The Road Not Taken." First, Frost focuses on the notion of choice and decision: the narrator is faced with a fork in the road and must choose which path to take. He momentarily wishes that he could travel both paths at once and still be "one traveler," (line 3). After hemming and hawing, the narrator chooses the path less trodden.
"He gives his harness bells a shake / to ask if there is some mistake." The horse's action portrays the tendency of people to question those choices they don't understand. This scene can be interpreted as the disapproving voice of society voicing its demands on those of a more sensitive bent. In much the same vein as the previous stanza, Frost shows a depth of human understanding (and misunderstanding). Our
The last stanza is the protagonist's projection of what he thinks the future will hold. He imagines himself relating this day with a sigh to another, and letting them know that when he came to the fork in the road he took the road less traveled, and that made all the difference. We must remember two things the author said, first it is the story of his friend, Edward Thomas, and
Robert Frost wrote, "I have written to keep the over curious out of the secret places in my mind both in my verse and in my letters." In a poem, he wrote, "I have been one acquainted with the night." Those unfamiliar with Robert Frost's life story might not realize the significance of those words. Frost was born in a nearly lawless city and grew up in a highly dysfunctional