
Iâm at a loss for what to write today. Not much new is going on. Iâm just back in my usual daily routine. Oh well, sometimes thereâs just nothing to say. At least the week is half over.

Iâm at a loss for what to write today. Not much new is going on. Iâm just back in my usual daily routine. Oh well, sometimes thereâs just nothing to say. At least the week is half over.

Mending Wall
By Robert Frost
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.’
About this Poem
We might interpret this piece of family wisdom as meaning: having clear boundaries between ourselves and others leads to healthy relationships between neighbors because they wonât fall out over petty territorial disputes or âinvading each otherâs spaceâ. For instance, we may like our neighbors, but we donât want to wake up and draw the curtains to find them dancing naked on our front lawn. (Although, thatâs according to who your neighbor is. Iâve had a few that I wouldnât mind dancing naked in my yard.) There are limits. Respecting each otherâs boundaries helps to keep things civil and amicable. However, does this mean that Frost himself approves of such a notion?
âMending Wallâ is frequently misinterpreted, as Frost himself observed in 1962, shortly before his death. âPeople are frequently misunderstanding it or misinterpreting it.â But he went on to remark, âThe secret of what it means I keep,â which doesnât really clear up the matter. However, we can analyze âMending Wallâ as a poem contrasting two approaches to life and human relationships: the approach embodied by he speaker of his poem and the approach represented by his neighbor. It is the neighbor, rather than the poemâs speaker, who insists: âGood fences make good neighbors.â The phrase has become like another of Frostâs sentiments: âTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I, / I took the one less travelled by.â This statement, from âThe Road Not Taken,â is often misinterpreted because readers assume Frost is proudly asserting his individualism, whereas in fact, the lines are filled with regret over âwhat might have been.â
âGood fences make good neighborsâ is actually more straightforward: people misinterpret the meaning of this line because they misattribute the statement to Frost himself, rather than to the neighbor with whom the speaker disagrees. As the first line of the poem has it, âSomething there is that doesnât love a wallâ: this, spoken by the poemâs speaker, clearly indicates that Frost does not agree with the view that âgood fences make [for] good neighbors.â
It is also worth noting that this line, âGood fences make good neighborsâ did not originate with Frost: it is first found in the Western Christian Advocate (13 June 1834), as noted in The Yale Book of Quotations.

Iâm still feeling crappy. I felt better yesterday than I did on Saturday, but Iâm still not feeling 100 percent (or even 75 percent). Iâm going to stay home today and continue to rest and keep hydrated. For several different reasons, I have to go back to work tomorrow, so I hope more rest and some cold medicine will help me feel better before tomorrow morning. But, for today, I plan on keeping comfortable on my couch.

Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed;
Save me, and I shall be saved,
For You are my praise.
âJeremiah 17:14
Iâve had a cold since I got back home from my conference. I feel awful and not much like writing an inspirational post today. I hope you are all well and have had a good weekend.