tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post3875815630593348397..comments2024-03-28T15:50:29.884-05:00Comments on The Nature of Things: Sunday Poetry: Leaves Compared With Flowers by Robert FrostDorothy Bordershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-86003111980215785572018-09-25T17:37:49.509-05:002018-09-25T17:37:49.509-05:00LOL. ;-)LOL. ;-)Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10242364668293349799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-42347144322974056142018-09-25T13:18:13.042-05:002018-09-25T13:18:13.042-05:00Since it appears twice in the poem and there are o...Since it appears twice in the poem and there are other instances of bark correctly spelled, I think he probably did intend it to be "bar," but what he meant remains a mystery to me.Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-73554311548849551172018-09-25T11:09:12.596-05:002018-09-25T11:09:12.596-05:00I think it should be bark and was maybe a misprint...I think it should be bark and was maybe a misprint that got carried on without notice. Great pick for the first weekend of fall!Judy Kruegerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11632346091869688862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-6773279388711766362018-09-23T18:47:41.337-05:002018-09-23T18:47:41.337-05:00The analyses that I have read of the poem postulat...The analyses that I have read of the poem postulate that this is Frost looking back on his life (the poem was written late in life) with some sadness and regret. He's talking about how his perspectives have changed; he once pursued beauty and ease (flowers) but now has learned to appreciate the simpler things (leaves and bark). I'm not sure about "bar" either. At first I thought it was a misprint and should be bark, but when I checked other renderings of the poem, that was the correct word. Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-70259795285574641602018-09-23T18:28:20.545-05:002018-09-23T18:28:20.545-05:00Yes, it is an odd poem. I don't quite know wha...Yes, it is an odd poem. I don't quite know what "bar" is in this context, and really don't understand why "leaves are all my darker mood". Alanahttp://ramblinwitham.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-14926945666687391122018-09-23T16:30:44.360-05:002018-09-23T16:30:44.360-05:00That's very diplomatic of you!That's very diplomatic of you!Dorothy Bordershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12441731296027227394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560838335414244511.post-31342144239106379012018-09-23T14:32:44.830-05:002018-09-23T14:32:44.830-05:00The poem is odd but it has appeal. I can see why F...The poem is odd but it has appeal. I can see why Frost couldn't choose between leaf or flower. For me, in spring, flowers, in summer and fall, leaves. :-)Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10242364668293349799noreply@blogger.com