Friday, March 23, 2012

A Poem for your pleasure:



Going for Water
by Robert Frost

The well was dry beside the door,  
  And so we went with pail and can  
Across the fields behind the house  
  To seek the brook if still it ran;  
  
Not loth to have excuse to go,
  Because the autumn eve was fair  
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,  
  And by the brook our woods were there.  
  
We ran as if to meet the moon  
  That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,  
  Without the birds, without the breeze.  
  
But once within the wood, we paused  
  Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,  
Ready to run to hiding new
  With laughter when she found us soon.  
  
Each laid on other a staying hand  
  To listen ere we dared to look,  
And in the hush we joined to make  
  We heard, we knew we heard the brook. 
  
A note as from a single place,  
  A slender tinkling fall that made  
Now drops that floated on the pool  
  Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

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    I was planning on using a poem by Shel Silverstein for this exercise but - unfortunately - almost all of our books are packed up for moving. So I searched instead for a majestic and intriguing poem by Robert Frost or similar author on the internet, and came up with this. 
    
    In order to receive the full effect of this poem, I read it many times - each time enjoying and understanding it a little more. The perspective of the poem is that of a group of younger children, sent to fetch water from the brook in the woods. It is a great adventure for them, and they run 'as if to meet the moon' - meaning they ran hard and fast as if they had a very long distance to go. I love this poem mostly because of how big Frost has made this simple little task seem, as it was to the group of children. For them it went beyond the normal household chores such as sweeping out the rooms or bringing in firewood to heat the house. It was a task specially given to them - a task that took them beyond the home, and into the magical, open, and free space of the forest. His title makes the job seem minimal and simple to an older mind, but in his poem he makes it clear that fetching the water is much more than that. Overall, I think Robert Frost's presentation of point of view on this subject was outstanding, and accurate. 

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