The soothing melody can be described as dreamlike, and the repetition is used to almost hypnotic effect, succeeding in mesmerizing the concentrated listener into a peaceful, contemplative daze. He went behind it to make his last stand. He thought that I was after him for a feather -- The white one in his tail; like one who takes Everything said as personal to himself. The pile is described so as to bring out the fact that it has been around for some time. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness.
No runner tracks in this year's snow looped near it. He seeks it out as a refuge, a home, in a final effort to discover and preserve identity in this place. Additionally, they formed a pathway; and impel the speaker to walk on one single course. This is where we begin to decipher fact from embellished memories. The bird is clearly what the speaker has come so far to know best, and he comes to know it by way of what he has previously come to know about himself. And it was older sure than this years cutting, Or even last years or the years before.
In this story, we follow the. What held it though on one side was a tree Still growing, and on one a stake and prop, These latter about to fall. The speaker acts with the bird as if it was human. This poem appears to be able to take on several different meaning, like a poetic chameleon. The poem contains the wood pile itself, a swamp, winter scenery snow , and birds as well as the narrator's fascination with communicating with such creatures. The man, hypnotized by the wood pile, feels more comfortable because he knows humans were here before him. He still needs to find some human resemblances, evidences in zones and demarcations for the human capacity to make a claim on an alien landscape.
Instead, it begins with a felt doubt that arises out of the formless inscrutability of a new place and takes us to an affirmation of that doubt, which, now formalized, persists even after the loveliest but inevitably mutable forms of that place are fully understood. The woodpile with its apparent merging of formal and final causes at the hands of an absent creator would be an example of l'art pour l'art were it not for the fact that its apparent ecological function defeats the projections and hopes of the narrator. The instalment of a General Manager who is responsible for all functions and personnel, subsequently removes direct links for some employees to the senior Vice President. The analyseshave been limited to the deterrninationof pilg loadsand the te:nsileforcein the reinforcementat bottom. The narrator is a man who remembers and recreates the stories' events from his childhood to later years? Undeniably something comes by the counting that was not there before. No runner tracks in this years snow looped near it. He was a successful writer all the way up until his death in 1987, after which his works are still read today.
The woodpile and the loving vision it induces only momentarily stay the confusion of a universe moving toward nothingness. It is in the form of a pure description as to what happened to the poet on his loitering. But, again as elsewhere, however much the walking appears to lack direction, it is clearly mysterious in that it radiates a high sense of personal destiny. Blaming too many things, on too many excuses. Although it is not explicitly said, there are a few things about this person that are evident from the situation. The speaker's awareness is now many- layered, and he now has words for what is at stake. For what its worth, it never to late, or to early to be whoever you want to be.
According to the narrator, this bird is defensive, sure that he is after him for his white tail feather. Now, although the speaker is completely at home in this place, his meditation does not lead to any reassuring consolation or benevolent resolution that would cancel these tensions and contrarieties; instead, it reaffirms and heightens them. In short, the speaker negative attitude in the beginning of the poem resulted with sentiments of fear. It expresses the kind of paranoia that goes with any feeling of being lost and of losing thereby a confident sense of self. The short length of the song is somewhat jarring it ends just after two minutes because just as the listener has been subdued by the.
He seems to be seeking something—something notable. In this story, we follow the. Whereas the first line addresses itself to a continuous physical action and the external landscape, the second is concerned with a pause and a turning inward to the mind of the persona and his fearful response to that landscape. The speaker acts with the bird as if it was human. Is he escaping, fleeing, or seeking something? After his return to Plymouth, Frost wrote to Ward as follows: Two lonely crossroads that themselves cross each other I have walked several times this winter without meeting or overtaking so much as a single person on foot or on runners. And not another like it could I see.
He describes the woodpile as old. The narrator is a man who is recalling this story from childhood. Such anxious and innocuous precision about the relative hardness of the snow or the size and contour of the trees is humanly and characterologically right. See things like a bird lighting in a tree, and be free to make up a story about why it doesn't speak, or how jealously protective it is of the white feather in its tail?. It is written in blank verse.