WARNING! This poem is not for the squeamish! If you thought all of Robert Frost's poems were pretty, pastoral, word paintings with happy, peaceful, endings, you better not read this one. It may be considered a little morbid. Now that I have said that, I probably have your curiosity up. Go ahead then; but don't say I didn't warn you. No one ever promised us a rose garden!
Read the Poem:
By Robert Frost
Or, first you can read Gene's comments about the Poem
We are reminded, here, of our own mortality. We are reminded that one careless second of inattention can turn a routine, productive day into a disaster. We are reminded that LIFE can be like this! Are we being reminded to be careful? Well, not in so many words. As I read the first half of this poem for the first time, I was reminded of all the pleasant hours I have spent pursuing my antique machinery hobby. Reading on, you see the day take a bad turn, and I am reminded of all the close calls I have had in my life: bad cuts, scrapes, smashed thumbs, burns, trips and falls; and how lucky I have been!! I suddenly renew my vigilance to be very, VERY careful!