Home Burial Essay

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Home Burial Robert Frost’s “Home Burial” is a very well written poem about a husband’s and a wife’s loss. Their first born child has died recently. Amy and her husband deal with their loss in two very different ways, which cause problems. Amy seems like she confines their child to the grave. She never seems to le go of the fact she has lost her first child. Amy’s husband buried their child himself. This allowed him to let go and live a normal life. Amy does not understand how he could do what he did. Therefore, she wants to have nothing to do with him, especially talk to him. He doesn’t understand why she can’t let go, and why she won’t talk to him. He tries to get her to tell him why, but she just wants to go to someone else. She will…show more content…
In line one-hundred and thirteen, it is obvious Amy is sad and upset. He shows movement in lines thirty-three through thirty-five “She withdrew, shrinking from beneath his arm / That rested on the banister, and slid downstairs; / And turned on him with such a daunting look,” line forty-seven “Her fingers moved the latch a little…” and line one-hundred and eighteen “…She was opening the door wider.” These movements let the reader know that Amy has gone downstairs, and is trying to go out the door. He describes different scenes in lines twenty-four through thirty-one “The little graveyard where my people are! / So small the window frames the whole of it. / Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? / There are three stones of slate and one of marble, / Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight / On the sidehill. We haven’t to mind those. / But I understand: it is not the stones, / But the child’s mound.” These lines are describing their family graveyard. In lines seventy-nine through eighty-one “Making the gravel leap and leap in air, / Leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly / and roll back down the mound beside the hole,” Amy is describing what she saw when her husband was digging their child’s grave. In lines eighty-eight through ninety-two “You could sit there with the stains on your shoes / Of the fresh earth from your own baby’s grave / And talk about your everyday concerns. / You had stood the spade
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