Well the scones are baked and cooling. I've got my tea with honey and lemon at my side. No clotted cream for the scones but they're made with 3/4 pound of butter and one cup of heavy cream. I'm serving them with a side of Lipitor. If everyone has something to drink and a scone, I think we can discuss the poem a bit.
Well, you all are correct; literally the fence in the poem protects one farmer's fields from trespass. Fences and boundaries are good. Everyone knows what is whose.
But what if the fence in this poem were metaphorical? What if it stood for still viable practices and traditions but ones that have lost their meaning? Like bad blood between folks, mindless bigotry, or holidays originally celebrated reverently that no longer are treated that way. Commercialized Christmas and Easter come to mind.
The one neighbor continues to ask why the fence is there and the other relies on what his father told him, "Good fences make good neighbors" and "He will not go behind his father's saying."
"He moves in darkness as it seems to me; Not of woods only and the shade of trees." Clearly the one neighbor thinks the actions of the fence keeper primitive, but will he do anything about it. No, they'll meet again the following year and the year after that to repair winter's effects on the stone fence.
Can I get you more tea or another scone?
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.