O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in a long midsummer day,
My feet confined to a plot of grass,
My eyes from a wall not once away!
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Ball, call, all! Confined! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Hearing echoes of - - something there is that doesn't love a wall [mending wall by Frost]. But walls can be climbed. kicked down, jumped, tunneled under, blown up,
Feet confined to a plot of grass and eyes from a wall not once away! Perceptional feeling is brilliantly expressed in this gently flown poem. Heart understands every beat of life. Excellently penned beautiful poem this is.10
Such an epic poem by Robert Browning, one of the greatest poets of all time.....
Ok, i need help with this poem. I understood the first stanza and the third but the others confuse me. help please
same here.. lol.. no sense pretending you understand what you really can't!
A beautiful rendition of words....