The Birthplace Poem by Robert Frost
The Birthplace
Here further up the mountain slope
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,
Subdued the growth of earth to grass,
And brought our various lives to pass.
A dozen girls and boys we were.
The mountain seemed to like the stir,
And made of us a little while-
With always something in her smile.
Today she wouldn't know our name.
(No girl's, of course, has stayed the same.)
The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.
yea i was wondering the same thing" what is the main figurative language "
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A witty work of art. Thanks for sharing.
Describes rural VT @1930, after 100 years of Depression, walls which once enclosed fields running through hillside forests, mostly scrub from having been cleared cut. Young folks all gone.
Nice take on living off a mountain... nature taking care of human beings.. nothing is better portrayal of nature-humans relationship better than that.. excellent poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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somewhere to live and grow for a short while