02-27-2011, 06:48 PM
personally frost isn't my cup of tea.
his birches however is one of his poems i do like.
almost prose, except for the use of enjambments and meter, i've read that he uses
internal rhymes but see little evidence of it in this poem. as per most blank verse there's no
rhyme scheme as such. what stops it being prose is the iambic pentameter. a method used by sonnet writers to keep
the flow of the poem steady. frost is excellent at this and if you didn't count the feet you wouldn't notice the meter.
the last two line have an extra foot.
all in all he creates a study of birches, winter, and youth combining them into an anecdotal poem lending to his mortality and which type of death would be best to leave it behind. jmo.
his birches however is one of his poems i do like.
almost prose, except for the use of enjambments and meter, i've read that he uses
internal rhymes but see little evidence of it in this poem. as per most blank verse there's no
rhyme scheme as such. what stops it being prose is the iambic pentameter. a method used by sonnet writers to keep
the flow of the poem steady. frost is excellent at this and if you didn't count the feet you wouldn't notice the meter.
the last two line have an extra foot.
all in all he creates a study of birches, winter, and youth combining them into an anecdotal poem lending to his mortality and which type of death would be best to leave it behind. jmo.