![]() ![]() At least for me, this is what I will always do. Even if we encounter the temptation of escapism, or perhaps a death wish, we have to carry on with our journey. Undoubtedly, life is tiring, for we have to bear our responsibilities and duties on our shoulders at any time, but still, the million years of time (including BC) where human-beings have existed through, most have lived by bearing heavy loads of obligations until the end of their lives.Įxtracting another poem by Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - we live, because we have obligations and responsibilities that we are under. ![]() I would like to be a swinger of birches, too for I don't have the courage to leave this place for ever, and because even though a specific element in life has hurt and crushed me, it somehow has been what keeps me motivated at certain times. He parallels this motion with his wish of temporary escape, illustrating the escapism is as though swinging up toward heaven and then down, returning to the ground. There is no other place that he'd rather be than on earth, where love exists.įrost writes about his childhood of swinging on the birches, of being flung up and down from the ground to the air, then from the air back to the ground. I don't know where it's likely to go better. ![]() I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. The experience of love torments him as much as it strengthens him - It’s when I’m weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig’s having lashed across it open. In his poem, it strongly suggests that Love is one of the reasons that gives him the urge to run away, but it is also the reason why he chooses to return to earth instead of escaping to other places. It is marked that his will of returning is based on the appreciation he shows towards life - and that is what he finds on earth: Love. ![]() I picture it as more of an influence, something I use to navigate through the difficult times, and the happiest times.Because of his weariness of considerations, and that he feels lost in life - And life is too much like a pathless wood, he wants to leave this place for a little while - not permanently, though - so that he can leave all his obligations and responsibilities behind, and before long, he would like to come back and face them. But in all honesty, an appreciation for nature is not something I gained from this poem. My teacher had wanted us to see what Frost saw, how he somehow constructed nature as a thing of emotion and psychological reasoning. I remember having a paper copy of the poem and scribbling my little annotations and notes all over it, analysing and scrutinising over each word as we are taught to do. I just wanted to be back in the warm comfort of our classroom, but now it is clear why my teacher chose this particular activity. We were instructed to be quiet, take in the natural beauty around us and jot down anything and everything that came to mind. It was a cold Tuesday morning when she had led twenty or so tired and slightly confused students out of the city and into a muddy forest. I first came across it in my second year of A-levels, taught by an eccentric teacher that liked to think outside of the box when it came to Literature. You may ask why ‘pathless wood’ as the name, and in all honesty, it is just one of those phrases that have always stuck with me. I plan to use this blog as my personal space, my insight into literature, books and general lifestyle. ![]()
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