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The Mending Wall

North of Boston 1915

Robert Frost:  (1874-1963)  

"good fences make good neighbors"

Written at the Frost Derry Farm in New Hampshire, (1900 to 1911) first published in 1915 in North of Boston.

Photograph by:  Jennifer R. Bernard

Film:  Black and White Silver Based Film - Kodak

Camera:  Canon Rebel 35 mm.

Flash:  No flash, natural light - July 2007

Filter:  None

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  North of Boston.  1915.

Mending Wall

SOMETHING there is that doesn’t love a wall,  
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,  
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;  
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.  
The work of hunters is another thing:         5
I have come after them and made repair  
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,  
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,  
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,  
No one has seen them made or heard them made,         10
But at spring mending-time we find them there.  
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;  
And on a day we meet to walk the line  
And set the wall between us once again.  
We keep the wall between us as we go.         15
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.  
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls  
We have to use a spell to make them balance:  
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”  
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.         20
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,  
One on a side. It comes to little more:  
There where it is we do not need the wall:  
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.  
My apple trees will never get across         25
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.  
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”  
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder  
If I could put a notion in his head:  
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it         30
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.  
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know  
What I was walling in or walling out,  
And to whom I was like to give offence.  
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,         35
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,  
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather  
He said it for himself. I see him there  
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top  
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.         40
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,  
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.  
He will not go behind his father’s saying,  
And he likes having thought of it so well  
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

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