The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart—
He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Notes
This is based on a true event which is believed to have occured in April 1915, Raymond Fitzgerald, the son of Frost’s friend and neighbour, lost his hand to a buzz saw and bled so profusely that he went into shock, dying of heart failure in spite of his doctor’s efforts. Frost’s title invites us to compare the poem’s shocking story with Macbeth’s speech on learning of his wife’s death:
A detailed analysis can be found here http://193.95.165.75/skoool/examcentre_sc.asp?id=1250
The lyrical form of this poem is unrhyming.
1.The title is from Shakespeare's Macbeth, V.v.15-28. Macbeth
says, on learning of the death of Lady Macbeth, his wife:
She should have died hereafter ;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time ;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
See The Riverside Shakespeare, ed. G. Blakemore Evans (Boston:
Houghton Mifflin, 1974), p. 1337.
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A stark but beautiful warning in these words from a day before "health and safety" legislation took the sting out of many tales.
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for Sally Guneiss
Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.
The hand had already been severed by the saw unfortunately. The boy was in shock and didn't realise what a terrible thing had happened. In shock to the point where he had a heart attack and died.
Based on a factual accident. Read the notes and other comments for a good outline.
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From guest Sally Guneiss (contact)
What is the significance of the word "So." :"DOn't let him, sister!"/So. But the hand was goe already" I've been trying to figure it out. -
Original newspaper article
From guest Alfred Gullo (contact)
I am trying to locate the newspaper article that prompted the writing of this poem. I would like to show some students the different impact stlyes of writing can have . Can you guide me to this article. -
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opinion differs on the date April 1915 seems to be a favourite though from one source we get the following:--
This poem was based on an incident that occurred in 1901. Raymond Fitzgerald, the son of Frost’s friend and neighbour, lost his hand to a buzz saw and bled so profusely that he went into shock, dying of heart failure in spite of his doctor’s efforts. Frost’s title invites us to compare the poem’s shocking story with Macbeth’s speech on learning of his wife’s death:
[ http://www.flatrock.org.nz/topics/older_and_under/death_of_a_child.htm ]
A more detailed analysis can be found here http://193.95.165.75/skoool/examcentre_sc.asp?id=1250
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the emotions portrayed through the personifiction of the saw... made the narration ... a vivid imagery...
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I am drawn to this poem again and again. It is hauntingly realistic in it's simplistic teling. I realy identify with the last few lines:
"No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs"
This is so true. So sad.
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this poem has lots of alliteration and assonance to express his attitude and theme of this poem. it is extrememly melancholic and bitter. if you look into it more you'll find out that frost was very resentful of the industrial revolution and also child labor laws but i could be wrong on that...still trying to find it myself. the poem is set up to the eye as well. if you look at it, you'll notice how it goes back and forth like a saw and it emphasizes the poignant expressions and emotions felt and this is frost's attitude that he was trying to convey to his audiences. the meter and rhyme scheme have significant changes to enhance the emphasis on emotions at the time and to interact with the reader. a sudden change in his predominate meter (iamb pentrameter) is significant for some reason or another. the title is connected to MacBeth play in the soliliqui (can't spell that word sorry). well i have to finish typing up (or start it really) my essay on prosody (which sucks) and i have no idea how to start so i'll keep searching for a good wuote or handy piece of info online somewhere. good luck fellow procrastinators!
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excellent i really enjoyed it
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Pretty sad but interesting story! I am very pleased to have read this poem. GREAT JOB!
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good poem!
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