Frost's lonely walker is isolated in another way, in utter personal, moral and historical homelessness. He, however, is saying so…. There is something inside which needs to come out - perhaps it won't ever manifest - buried deep in the heart and soul. Copyright © 1964, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine. He is engulfed by it. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. This short poem takes the reader in to the mind of a speaker looking back at their life with a certain chill detachment.
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have outwalked the furthest city light. He found some consolation in his poetry. Even when he makes contact with another person such as the watchman , the narrator is unwilling to express his feelings because he knows that no one will understand him. Though his work is principally associated with the life and landscape of New England—and though he was a poet of traditional verse forms and metrics who remained steadfastly aloof from the poetic movements and fashions of his time—Frost is anything but merely a regional poet. Here is someone who has journeyed deep into their own psyche and discovered darkness, despite being in a city, surrounded by many others. I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. A poem of fourteen lines in total, known as a terza rima, that is, successive tercets with a couplet ending, rhyming aba bcb cdc dad aa. No prayers are suggested, no resources beyond the simple human acquaintance with all that the bare narrative implies. Frost drifted through a string of occupations after leaving school, working as a teacher, cobbler, and editor of the Lawrence Sentinel.
They were fast, very fast. He has walked beyond the city limits and along every city lane, but has never found anything to comfort him in his depression. He has been a college marketing professor since 2004. It's a word far removed from befriended or intimate with. It's about those times when it seems like night will never end. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
By the third stanza, the speaker is alone again, so alone, in fact, that when he stops walking, there are no other footsteps to be heard. While this poem includes several common types of figurative language, Frost relies heavily on personification and rhyming. I could see the excitement of my little brother and my sister on their faces; their dark chocolate eyes were as big and bright as the moon. But this cry was not made either to call him back or to say good-bye to him. This distance is symbolic of the mental distance between the narrator and the world.
Others shut out the world. On the surface it is a short, uninspiring journey on foot through the streets of a city at night. I have outwalked the furthest city light. The night could well be a metaphor for depression, despair and loneliness. This poetic form originated in Italy, with 's Divine Comedy. On the other hand, it can also be argued that Frost is merely making a declaration to begin his poem: he is one who knows the night. When out on the dull, solitary nights, the speaker has come to a halt while walking.
She had thought it was all worth it then, now she knew it was hopeless. The setting of a cityscape is unusual for Frost since most of his poems are set in the rural, pastoral landscape of New England. He holds a Master of Business Administration from Iowa State University. Critics have observed that terza rima or third rhyme is much easier to compose in Italian than in English, and hence, it is considered to be a matter of great pride and accomplishment that Robert Frost managed to do so flawlessly. Sometimes, the night may be a fascinating time to think, to hear our own thoughts. This speaker could easily be Frost, especially since the poet dealt with depression in his adult life. One missed text from Alexis.
The night The night is a symbol for darkness, and the loneliness, and depression faced by the narrator of the poem. In 1895, Frost married Elinor Miriam White, whom he'd shared valedictorian honors with in high school and who was a major inspiration for his poetry until her death in 1938. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. This is a Lucretian comment on the modern age. The moon The luminary clock, or in better words, the moon, stands for a glimmer of hope far away.