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: 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, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor 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. 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. Oh, just another kind of outdoor 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 And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.' Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it 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 offense. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 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. 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 neighbors
I have just memorized this amazing poem. Thank you for the great video. If this video had the most view on all of CZcams, the world would be paradise. How can 16 people dislike it?
With all this talk in the news recently about building a wall; perhaps it useful to consider the line in this poem, "something there is that doesn't love a wall."
@@quigmonster he questions "why do good fences make good neighbors?" But he knows there is no reasonable answer. That is the point of the poem. Building walls to divide people due to tradition, but the question is, what about the tradition makes it good use?
@@nathanielalexanderkristens2825if your neighbors share your values there’s no need for a wall but that is often not the case. Therefore fences do indeed make good neighbors.
I'm so glad to see this video posted! I had it on 16mm and eventually sold sold the projector not realizing the film was with it. I've been searching ever since. Thank you for your contribution! -don
@@TheoMcD presumably in New England where Frost lived and stone walls were common (but are largely in ruin in forests as farming has largely left those areas decades if not centuries ago)
@@withastone I live in a new england state and we still have plenty of these rock walls intact. Out of towners are always noticing how peculiar they are.. but it's part of my everyday nature scenes driving on the winding back roads!
Respecting boundaries exemplifies the concern for our neighbors’ territory and promotes peace and friendship that should rightly exist between neighbors.
The poem's title is "Mending Wall." The first word is a gerund and the second is its object, so the verbal phrase denotes the activity of mending a wall, just as the phrases _taking stock,_ _catching fish,_ and _spinning cloth_ denote activities.
I was an English major the University of Virginia many years ago. The Department was basically Faulkner vs. Fitzgerald. If you dared mention Frost you were pshawed at. I never understood that attitude and still do not.
Nehru's favorite poet. His poem "Miles to go before I sleep" was found at Nehru's deathbed by his side in May 1964. That's why one finds so many Indians here.
The recitation is appropriate but who was the idiot that decided the poem needed a music track? I make corporate videos and would never confuse the sound with inane "music" ,,, poetry is what it is and needs no music,,, it is the music!
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:
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,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor 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.
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.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor 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
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
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 offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
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.
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 neighbors
david johnson thank you
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Thank you lol
If you don't want to wait out the intro: 2:00
Thank you
i have my exam on this poem tomorrow......just wow..❤
Wrichik Ssengupta hope you enjoyed it, hope it helped and you did well.
Billy Sargent yes...this helped me memorize it ! ❤
I also
I also have a exam tdy
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I have just memorized this amazing poem. Thank you for the great video. If this video had the most view on all of CZcams, the world would be paradise. How can 16 people dislike it?
Just lovely. Thank you for sharing this!
Great film. Thanks for publishing!
The ‘Something’ that doesn’t love a wall is love. And I already know Frost enough to know that he enjoyed putting the answer in the question.
With all this talk in the news recently about building a wall; perhaps it useful to consider the line in this poem, "something there is that doesn't love a wall."
But what about the line, "Good fences make good neighbors."?
@@quigmonster he questions "why do good fences make good neighbors?" But he knows there is no reasonable answer. That is the point of the poem. Building walls to divide people due to tradition, but the question is, what about the tradition makes it good use?
@@nathanielalexanderkristens2825if your neighbors share your values there’s no need for a wall but that is often not the case. Therefore fences do indeed make good neighbors.
I'm so glad to see this video posted! I had it on 16mm and eventually sold sold the projector not realizing the film was with it. I've been searching ever since. Thank you for your contribution! -don
I was glad to scan and post it. Copyright ran out so it was safe. Notice how they spelled "Nimoy" incorrectly as "Nemoy"?
Do you know where it was filmed? I thought Ireland was the only place with dry stone walls!
@@TheoMcD presumably in New England where Frost lived and stone walls were common (but are largely in ruin in forests as farming has largely left those areas decades if not centuries ago)
@@withastone I live in a new england state and we still have plenty of these rock walls intact. Out of towners are always noticing how peculiar they are.. but it's part of my everyday nature scenes driving on the winding back roads!
wonderful ; thank you so much :)
What a rare find! Terrific interpretation (better than Frost's own rendition.) Evocative, from an era we shall not see again. Thanks for posting.
Respecting boundaries exemplifies the concern for our neighbors’ territory and promotes peace and friendship that should rightly exist between neighbors.
is this what it means i was about to write it didn'n make any sense to me seems like a nonsensical arrangement of words
I agree with you and fences do indeed make good neighbors.
In a moment I went back to my high secondary class and my English teacher, thanks for the great moment and feeling
tomarrow my xam and i see this poem feel happy and i understand completely
Love it. !
Never tire of watching this video.
This is perhaps the best reading of any poem I’ve ever heard.
Great movie
It's just Brilliant 👌
So lovely...another time..a better time..
Thank you
I also read the poem in class 8 I love it
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#thankyou for this explanation
I remember watching this as a kid in school, the teacher fired up the projector one day and it was just a bunch of random stuff including this
Thanks you sir
To think these two old fellows have "moved on." yet their wall remains to their legacy. "Good fences, make good neighbors." Well done.
it is a really a great poem
Cool and super
Good one
"...to whom I would give a fence." I don't suppose Frost intended that...
I’m 100% sure he did :)
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Grand reading, grand pictures. Too bad some nitwit at Oxford misspelled Leonard Nimoy's name in the credits.
The poem's title is "Mending Wall." The first word is a gerund and the second is its object, so the verbal phrase denotes the activity of mending a wall, just as the phrases _taking stock,_ _catching fish,_ and _spinning cloth_ denote activities.
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Bit of a play on words, perhaps? The wall has only one function: to be mended -- making it a mending wall.
@@jpdemer5 No, because a wall is an inanimate object and cannot engage in the activity of mending, no more than stock can take or cloth can spin.
@@dariusdaguerre3535 A resting place can't rest, and a walking path can't walk, either.
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Here Bc my English teacher who else?
Nice.
Love this poem. It's only logical to like it!
Funny
Love this poem😀😀😬😁🤗😆😒😆
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tnx
Super
I have my exam this poem i like it❤
I was an English major the University of Virginia many years ago. The Department was basically Faulkner vs. Fitzgerald. If you dared mention Frost you were pshawed at. I never understood that attitude and still do not.
Nehru's favorite poet. His poem "Miles to go before I sleep" was found at Nehru's deathbed by his side in May 1964. That's why one finds so many Indians here.
Nice
Who was his neighbor who said that?
Take the poetry walk at the Frost Place in Franconia, NH! Pause the video to read each poem along the way. czcams.com/video/1SBjJZ0UDh4/video.html
Tomorrow my English exam😔😔😔😔
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It's a bit sad but real too. We wish we could not have them, but, to be good neighbors we must. Civil duty and comradary meet.
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good job !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.but i think you need to be brave
The recitation is appropriate but who was the idiot that decided the poem needed a music track? I make corporate videos and would never confuse the sound with inane "music" ,,, poetry is what it is and needs no music,,, it is the music!
U explain in kannada plzzz
Great