#“Death Of The Hired Man”

[p-isforpoetry]

Read by the poet: "Death Of The Hired Man" by Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. ‘Silas is back.’ She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it after her. ‘Be kind,’ she said. She took the market things from Warren’s arms And set them on the porch, then drew him down To sit beside her on the wooden steps.

‘When was I ever anything but kind to him? But I’ll not have the fellow back,’ he said. ‘I told him so last haying, didn’t I? If he left then, I said, that ended it. What good is he? Who else will harbor him At his age for the little he can do? What help he is there’s no depending on. Off he goes always when I need him most. He thinks he ought to earn a little pay, Enough at least to buy tobacco with, So he won’t have to beg and be beholden. “All right,” I say, “I can’t afford to pay Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.” “Someone else can.” “Then someone else will have to.” I shouldn’t mind his bettering himself If that was what it was. You can be certain, When he begins like that, there’s someone at him Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,— In haying time, when any help is scarce. In winter he comes back to us. I’m done.’

‘Sh! not so loud: he’ll hear you,’ Mary said.

‘I want him to: he’ll have to soon or late.’

‘He’s worn out. He’s asleep beside the stove. When I came up from Rowe’s I found him here, Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep, A miserable sight, and frightening, too— You needn’t smile—I didn’t recognize him— I wasn’t looking for him—and he’s changed. Wait till you see.’ ‘Where did you say he’d been?’

‘He didn’t say. I dragged him to the house, And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke. I tried to make him talk about his travels. Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off.’

‘What did he say? Did he say anything?’

‘But little.’ ‘Anything? Mary, confess

He said he’d come to ditch the meadow for me.’

‘Warren!’ ‘But did he? I just want to know.’

‘Of course he did. What would you have him say? Surely you wouldn’t grudge the poor old man Some humble way to save his self-respect. He added, if you really care to know, He meant to clear the upper pasture, too. That sounds like something you have heard before? Warren, I wish you could have heard the way He jumbled everything. I stopped to look Two or three times—he made me feel so queer— To see if he was talking in his sleep. He ran on Harold Wilson—you remember— The boy you had in haying four years since. He’s finished school, and teaching in his college. Silas declares you’ll have to get him back. He says they two will make a team for work: Between them they will lay this farm as smooth! The way he mixed that in with other things. He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft On education—you know how they fought All through July under the blazing sun, Silas up on the cart to build the load, Harold along beside to pitch it on.’

‘Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot.’

‘Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream. You wouldn’t think they would. How some things linger! Harold’s young college boy’s assurance piqued him. After so many years he still keeps finding Good arguments he sees he might have used. I sympathize. I know just how it feels To think of the right thing to say too late. Harold’s associated in his mind with Latin. He asked me what I thought of Harold’s saying He studied Latin like the violin Because he liked it—that an argument! He said he couldn’t make the boy believe He could find water with a hazel prong— Which showed how much good school had ever done him. He wanted to go over that. But most of all He thinks if he could have another chance To teach him how to build a load of hay��’

‘I know, that’s Silas’ one accomplishment. He bundles every forkful in its place, And tags and numbers it for future reference, So he can find and easily dislodge it In the unloading. Silas does that well. He takes it out in bunches like big birds’ nests. You never see him standing on the hay He’s trying to lift, straining to lift himself.’ …

Full poem

Source: Robert Frost reading his own poems, 1951

[logicalbookthief]

The fact that we’re nine episodes in and have seen Ogino interact with every member of the main cast except Kazuki seems very intentional, and the thought of this confrontation fills me with fear.

[theperrylleluniverse]

You know how it is, you used to be able to just dig through a guy’s guts and now you can’t. Because of woke.

[feelingtheaster99]

The comical faces that Mike Trapp is able to make are amazing and also so on-vibe for this season

[tswwwit]

I would love, even if its just its just brief summaries, to know the different thoughts going through bills head throughout the last smut. (mainly when he got the text and when dipper starts just blurting out thoughts and ideas bc i think those moments would be fun to see)

Imagine you're having the shittiest day at work. You're gritting your teeth and hanging onto it by your fingernails, knowing that eventually dealing with this absolutely idiotic, waffling, overstuffed, condescending dipshit of a client will be done with, you'll charge him out the nose for your services - which will probably be, like a hundred dollars, the way this is going! What bullshit. At least afterwards, you can collapse onto the bed and complain to your spouse about it. Which you have been doing, actually, waiting for a decent excuse to bail or check out early.

Then you get a text. And it's your partner saying they got you a brand new console, your favorite pizza - Oh! And a million bucks in untraceable cash - but you might have to kick your shitty client in the nuts so hard his eyes pop out. Does that sound... okay? No pressure or anything.

The reason Bill was a minute later than expected is because even he needed a moment. It was the sheer whiplash from going from Shit to Fucking Amazing.

[cleaningbones]

the death of the hired man (robert frost) + sweet smell of success

[merakiui]

it’s okay… i’ll be the big tit cow gf so idia can fulfill his hentai fantasies… i’ll even wear the stupid cow lingerie </3

Very true. <3 I will gladly become the hentai hucow gf for my chronically online epic gamer bf who lives off of energy drinks and might dox me if I call Precipice Moirai mid. ( >﹏<。)

[wanderingmind867]

Luke Cage stories are chock full of death, but I like them. Here's why: Although I hate death in comics, most of the people who die in Luke Cage comics are minor supporting characters or villains. But in 18 issues, I would say 16 of those issues has featured a death of some sort. But also: It reminds me of what I know about the blaxploitation genre and it's plots. The life of a hard-working man in the ghettos of NYC, fighting more down on their luck people. And facing drugs, gangs, industrial sabotage, unfair working conditions and more! Only reason it works is because Luke Cage is such a fun and flashy character! He makes it all work!

[spoopy-moose]

So sad that Kentucky route zero never took off on tumblr because it’s so hard to fandomfy such a work because I have so many words of analysis on this game I love it so much

[augustheart]

i'm allowed to have pretentious chapter titles. as a treat

[seaxdevil]

Tag Dump: Relationships

[theinfinitedivides]

not Do Sik and Hae Won out here looking like they want to commit murder and making me burst out cackling in the middle of the dance montage tho, i—

[pyreshe]

thinking about my immortal ocs and their fun family drama 🥰

[c0rpsedemon]

my naming scheme for the resurrectionists causes me undue stress a lot of the time but when it works it Works

[thursdayg1rl]

didn't realise that the summer I turned pretty season 2 was still going lmaoo. I finished episode 6 and was like well damn I guess this is it. here we go again ig

[fellhellion]

it's morbidly funny to me that something like the raimiverse takes the idea of peter acting with the intent to kill and

a) negates there being an actual death,

and b) utilises this more to explore the idea of who deserves to live and die at the hands of another and perhaps most importantly, is it possible to even determine that and should someone have that power

and then you've just got 2099 Miguel out here having sadman moments in the rain like ah fuck i'm not sorry at all i let vulture fall, fuck that guy. <- struggling w the fact he's had enough character development to recognise the harm in this world for what it is and that he doesn't want to turn away from it anymore