Tag Archive: Poem Mowing by Robert Frost

Dec 08

Mowing by Robert Frost

               Mowing Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack …

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Dec 08

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost Summary On a hot day, when the narrator is working in the field, at that time he notices that his scythe appears to be whispering as it works. But he is unable to understand about the voice of the scythe or he does not realize what the scythe …

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