American Stories Four Poems by Robert Frost - May 15, 2023

معنی واژه با لمس

1. 0:01Few American poets are as well known as Robert Frost.
2. 0:09Although he was born in San Francisco in 1874,
3. 0:16Frost is forever linked with New England, where he lived and farmed.
4. 0:22Many of his poems are stories containing New Englanders' ways of speaking
5. 0:30and words.
6. 0:33Frost won many honors, including four Pulitzer Prizes for his poems.
7. 0:40In 1960, he was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal.
8. 0:46Many Americans remember him for reciting from memory his poem,
9. 0:53The Gift Outright, at the swearing-in of President John F.
10. 0:59Kennedy in 1961.
11. 1:03Here are four well-known poems by the New England poet as they were written without changes.
12. 1:12Each contains a kind of story.
13. 1:17We define only a few of the words,
14. 1:20so try to discover words you do not know and see how the words make sense
15. 1:27in more than one way.
16. 1:31First is a poem about harvesting fruit called after apple picking.
17. 1:39The next, my November guest, is about the weather right before New England's winter begins.
18. 1:49Following that is The Road Not Taken, which is probably Frost's best-known poem.
19. 1:57The final piece,
20. 2:01The Fences and Neighbors.
21. 2:05Here is Mario Ritter, Jr.
22. 2:08with four of Robert Frost's poems.
23. 2:15After Apple-Picking
24. 2:18My long two-pointed ladders sticking through a tree toward heaven still.
25. 2:25And there's a barrel that I didn't fill beside it.
26. 2:29And there may be two or three apples I didn't pick upon some bough,
27. 2:36But I am done with apple picking now,
28. 2:40Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
29. 2:44The scent of apples I am drowsing off.
30. 2:49I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight,
31. 2:53I got from looking through a pane of glass, I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough,
32. 3:01And held against the world of hoary grass.
33. 3:06It melted, and I let it fall and break.
34. 3:10But I was well upon my way to sleep before it fell,
35. 3:15And I could tell what form my dreaming was about to take.
36. 3:22Magnified apples appear and disappear,
37. 3:27Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear.
38. 3:35My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a latter round.
39. 3:43band. I feel the latter sway as the boughs bend,
40. 3:48and I keep hearing from the cellar-bin the rumbling sound of load on load of apples coming in.
41. 3:58For I have had too much of apple-picking, I am overtired of the great harvest I myself desired.
42. 4:08There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
43. 4:14Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
44. 4:19For all that struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
45. 4:26Went surely to the cider-apple heap, As of no worth.
46. 4:33One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
47. 4:40Were he not gone, the wood-chuck could say whether it's like his long sleep,
48. 4:47as I describe its coming on, or just some human sleep.
49. 4:57My November Guest
50. 5:01My Sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful careful,
51. 5:09as days can be.
52. 5:11She loves the bear, the withered tree.
53. 5:15She walks the sodden pasture lane.
54. 5:19Her pleasure will not let me stay.
55. 5:23She talks, and I am fain to list.
56. 5:26She's glad the birds are gone away.
57. 5:30She's glad her simple worsted gray is silver now, with clinging mist.
58. 5:39The desolate, deserted trees,
59. 5:43the faded earth, the heavy sky, the beauties she so truly sees,
60. 5:50she thinks I have no eye for these,
61. 5:54and vexes me for reason why.
62. 5:58Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days,
63. 6:04before the coming of the snow,
64. 6:08but it were vain to tell her so, and they are better for her praise.
65. 6:18The road not taken,
66. 6:21two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
67. 6:26and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveller,
68. 6:31long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth.
69. 6:40Then took the other as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim,
70. 6:47because it was grassy and wanted wear,
71. 6:51though, as for that the passing there, had warned them really about the same.
72. 6:59And both that morning equally lay in leaves leaves no step had trodden black.
73. 7:08Oh, I kept the first for another day.
74. 7:12Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
75. 7:21I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence,
76. 7:29two roads diverged in wood, and I,
77. 7:33I took the one less travelled by,
78. 7:37and that has made all the difference.
79. 7:43Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
80. 7:50that sends the frozen ground-swell under it,
81. 7:54and spills the upper boulders in the sun, one, and makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
82. 8:03The work of hunters is another thing.
83. 8:07I have come after them and made repair, where they have left not one stone on a stone.
84. 8:15But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
85. 8:19to please the yelping dogs.
86. 8:21dogs. The gaps, I mean.
87. 8:24No one has seen them made or heard them made, but at spring mending time we find them there.
88. 8:33I let my neighbor know beyond the hill, and on a day we meet to walk the line,
89. 8:41and set the wall between us once again.
90. 8:46We keep the wall between us as we go,
91. 8:50to each the boulders that have fallen to each.
92. 8:55And some are loaves and some so nearly balls.
93. 9:00We have to use a spell to make them balance.
94. 9:05Stay where you are until our backs are turned.
95. 9:10We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
96. 9:14Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
97. 9:18One on a side, it comes to little more.
98. 9:24There, where it is, we do not need the wall, He is all pine, and I am apple orchard.
99. 9:32My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
100. 9:40He only says,
101. 9:43Good fences make good neighbors.
102. 9:49Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder if I could put a notion in his head.
103. 9:57Why do they make good neighbors?
104. 10:00Isn't it where there are cows?
105. 10:03But here there are no cows.
106. 10:05Before I built a wall, I'd ask to know what I was walling in
107. 10:12or walling out, and to whom I was like to give offense.
108. 10:20Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
109. 10:25that wants it down.
110. 10:28I could say elves to him, but it's not elves exactly,
111. 10:34and I'd rather he said it for himself.
112. 10:38I see him there, bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top in each hand,
113. 10:45like an old stone savage armed.
114. 10:50He moves in darkness as it seems to me, not of woods only and the shade of trees.
115. 10:59He will not go behind his father's saying,
116. 11:04And he likes having thought of it so well.
117. 11:08He says again, Good fences make good neighbors.