Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down!" I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Commentary
(From the”North of Boston” collection)
Background
The Robert Frost Farm is in Derry, NH about an hour from Boston. It was here that Frost used to repair an old wall with his neighbor Napoleon Guay, who liked to say, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Am sending in this poem after being astonished that there are only four poems of Robert Frost on minstrels!
Robert Frost is a favourite of mine for the air of mystery and (almost) melancholy that surrounds his poetry. I read “Mending Wall” when I was at school and did not understand most of it. But I liked the line “Something there is that does not love a wall” - it sounded so strange and beautiful.
Now I like the poem for its “mischievous” manner - its as if Frost is making fun of both his neighbour and the reader. His neighbour is shown to be a conservative (ignorant?) farmer who does things in a certain way because they have always been done that way. The lines “If I could put a notion in his head”, and the reference to “elves” show the playful thoughts of Frost. At the same time he seems to be saying that the same wall that keeps them apart also brings them together. Though he mocks his neighbour (“he moves in darkness”), I also think Frost has a deep affection for him. Similarly all of Frost’s poems show a love for us readers, as if he likes to indulge us our tendency to discover what a poem really means.
Critiques of “Mending Wall” abound on the Internet. Some suggest that the poem represents man’s quest to connect with nature, and mankind itself - the walls that separate people,etc. But I think all Frost’s poems are best enjoyed without interpretation. I like the simple language and the way it can be read on a surface level with hints of deeper, perhaps darker meanings hiding around the corner. It seems so much more fun that way.
{Favourite, chuckle-worthy lines]
“To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls”
“My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.”
[Critique]
There’s are lengthy critiques of “Mending Wall” at
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/frost/wall.htm
[Biographies]
http://www.bartleby.com/65/fr/Frost-Ro.html
http://www.britannica.com/bcom/eb/article/8/0,5716,,00.html
— Suchitra
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Kimbol Soques · 21 March 2001
my favorite lines come just after the “some are loaves and some so nearly balls” line –
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
doesn’t everyone do that with piles of stuff?
but metaphysically speaking
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
i use not only in handling relationships but even in doing systems administration security :D.
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TRACY SIZEMORE · 1 December 2002
I enjoy this Frost poem. I mostly think of his poems as delving too deep into nature and thinking too hard. Departmental and The Road Not Taken are two examples of this. You can see his analysis, his thoughts slowing him down in life, he compares man and nature too much, and personally, I think Frost as a man was too meloncholy.
Mendind Wall I can relate too. It is a good poem, one that in my view is not too meloncohly and isn’t dwelling on some simple issue. My favorite line in Mending Wall is the “Good fences make good neighbors.” since I can relate to it. A have good neighbors, we have good fences, it brings people together, yet seperates them. I see Frost putting into words a simple feeling of neighbors and slight thoughts or questions on fences.
Jenber24 · 17 April 2003
Thank you for your help on finding criticisms on this poem. It isnt one of Frost’s most popular so it helped that you specifically had the link. Keep up the good work.
Conrad Josephs · 11 January 2004
what a lovely idea, this site.
Along with “Birches”, this must be one of Frost’s better poems, being metaphysical and yet evocative of a task I have done myself more than once. Spring is definitely the mischief in me, and I wonder, sometimes, who is right? Given my background I must side with the speaker, and I hope I have avoided building walls without knowing “What I was walling in or walling out,” – my own weak preceptions and prejudices on the inside and the whole magic of the universe on the outside.”There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”- Albert Einstein. Nonetheless, does that stone age neighbour have a point? Can we be ourselves without barriers? After all, as Frost said in another poem, “Men work together, I told him from the heart/Whether they work together or apart.”
Jennifer Toal · 1 February 2004
I have recently sought the words of this poem in its entirity. I learned it at school but couldn’t remember all of the poem. I live in N.Ireland and one of my favourite places is the Mourne mountains, not far from where I live. Each time I visit and marvel at the old stone walls, still built and repaired with rocks and boulders, this poem comes to mind. I can visualise Frost’s two characters building together with their different thoughts. This poem holds a s[ecial place in my heart. I studied English for my B.A (hons) degree at the University of Ulster and pondered over many poems and authors. This must be my favourite!
HeartBreakerHuN · 3 April 2004
When i first read this poem a couple months ago in the beginning of my senior year in high school i felt an instant connection to it. My english teacher, Mr. Griffin, asked the students of my AO English class to write an assignment on Mending Wall. One of the questions that we needed to answer was “What is that ‘something’ that Frost writes about?”
I came back the following day, volunteered to share my answer with everyone in my class, and stood in front of my class while reading the poem and describing what i thought the meaning of the poem was. At the end, i realized that “something” is a person’s emotions. Nobody likes getting hurt and even though people know that it is inevitable in life they still keep building walls around themselves and their hearts to protect themselves from emotional harm. Emotions on the other hand do not like our self-constructed walls and try their best to tear them down because like everything and everyone else emotions just want to be free.
I fell in love with this poem because every time i read it i could relate to it. My teacher was impressed by my analyzation and i was extremely proud of myself as well.
~Anna S.
Pat.McVerry · 8 February 2005
I recall “Mending Wall” being very popular in the 1950-60’s as directed at the Berlin Wall. While the theme was not consistent with restrictions on freedom many of the passages were relevant out of context. My favorite line is “That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it” as it points to Nature’s inclination to disorder (entropy).
Rimrocker1120 · 18 April 2005
this poem isnt one of his best…although they all suck and are hard to understand im glad he isnt around to write anymore stupid poems
Zhang Qin · 18 December 2005
this poem is so lovely.its like decyphering a code.but with such emotions and words that are so beautiful, so delicate.Every word is set there with a purpose , and carefully chosen .What does the line about hunters and rabbits do? Does it represent something? i’m doing a presentation about Mending Walls. i’d like to share thoughts more.its a perfect idea to make this web site.
Downey Paul · 2 April 2008
On the internet I saw your comments about Robert Frost’s “something there is… a wall”
Was your English teacher named Jon Griffin? If so, I’d like to be put in touch with him.
Thanks
Paul V. Downey
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