At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.
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Memories from high school
I just now at 55 am thinking back to when I was a junior in high school and had to find a poem to memorize. I chose this one because it was short and by a famous poet. As I think back on it and now use GOOGLE and find this site along with the thoughtful comments of others, it's very interesting and the poem carries so much more meaning than I ever saw as a 16-year-old. -
This is a poem with two levels
I have written a brief interpretation describing the two levels of this poem. I would be interested in any comments relevant thereto. The interpretation can be read at: http://whendarknessfell.tripod.com/id15.html
Cheers, J.T. Best -
Haha, I LOVE this poem! It's awesome how it has humor to it, but then really has a deeper meaning.
...It rose in offence
and struck me a blow...
Brillance. Excellent personification...I <3 Frost. -
Well, when taken literally this poem is pretty funny - made me laugh the first time through. But when looked at closer, this poem reflects people - how we react to being "stepped on", especially when we've been used, and its not really our fault. The rhyme scheme is a little strange - but when you're Robert Frost, you can get away with that
A/E/S
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