some thoughts about the poem Mowing

[Zeyu Chen]

I like the poem Mowing written by Robert Frost. 

In this poem, "I" am a farmer who does boring alone but really enjoy his own life. He thinks the tool he uses has real life. His "long scythe whispering to the ground" show he thinks his scythe has real emotion. It may talk "something about the heat of the sun", or "about the lack of sound".

In addition, I like this words "It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,/ Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:" Because it means the poet realizes farming has no relax or easy way. He believes that regular and quite life is enjoyable. I appreciate his life style.

Robert Frost reminds me of a famous ancient Chinese poet call Tao Yuanming. Even he is 1,500 years older than Robert, their poems shares lots of similarities. 

Here is his introduction: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao_Yuanming