Mending Wall
Robert Frost
1874 to 1963
Track 1
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And he likes having thought of it so well
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
The work of hunters is another thing:
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
I have come after them and made repair
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
And set the wall between us once again.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
If I could put a notion in his head:
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
My apple trees will never get across
There where it is we do not need the wall:
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
He said it for himself. I see him there
What I was walling in or walling out,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
And on a day we meet to walk the line
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it