REPAIRING THE WALL
Robert Frost
Something there that does not love a wall, prompting
to swelling of the frozen ground to pierce,
and knocks him stones from the edges when the sun rises;
cracks and opens up two men could cross.
What cause hunters is different
I have been following and I restored the damage
where they have not left one stone upon another,
anyway because they had to pull the rabbit
of hiding by the excited pack please.
speak of the cracks, no one could say he has seen
how and when they do, but to prepare to make repairs
spring give them.
This I did find a neighbor who lives behind the hill
and the day we agreed to mark the limit
and will restore the wall to divide us again.
walked along the wall, every one by his side. Each
who touch the stones that were demolished on your part.
And some fit, but others are
round we have to use some magic to keep falling:
"Quéndese still, at least until we turn around!"
Fingers put us both rough clearing them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor sport,
one at each end. And it becomes more: there
a precise point where the wall is not necessary: \u200b\u200b
he is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My manzaneros never cross to ream
under their pine cones, so I say.
But merely responded: "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is rushing to my head and wonder
if it could change your mind:
"Why is it that makes us as good neighbors? Is not it
that has to do with cattle? And here and we won.
Before I would build a wall know what to leave out
and Tiwanaku,
and who may offend by doing so.
Something exists that does not love a wall, that wants
overthrow. " Could say "Elves"
but it is not just for goblins, and I
the neighbor came to speak for itself.
I see it there, carrying stones in each hand, or gripping,
like a prehistoric wild ready to strike.
moves in what seems to me dark
and not forests or shade of trees.
never betray that saying that his father taught him,
and both liked
remember it again: "Good fences make good neighbors."
(Translation: Manuel Sosa )
MENDING WALL
Something There Is That Does not love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And Makes
gaps dog events pass two abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on 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 offence.
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 Firmly a stone graspers by the top
In Each hand, like an old-stone savage Armed.
I moves in darkness as it Seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
I Will Not Go behind His father's Saying,
HAVING And I likes it so well Thought of
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
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