Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question “Whither?”
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
This is one of my favourite poems of Robert Frost.
Significance of Reluctance Robert Frost initially wrote Reluctance because he felt that he suffered an irreparable shock, loss, and metamorphosis as a result of what he viewed as Elinor White’s rejection of him when he visited her at St. Lawrence University. Reluctant to accept the norms of conventional behavior, he declares that he will go against the grain, follow his own intuition and resist what appeared to be the end of Elinor’s love. The poem is about dead ends, dead leaves, and dead hopes displayed through his love for Elinor (Thompson 189). Frost also shows his frustrated hopes which are mirrored in the dying landscape that appears in Reluctance. Frost began to establish himself in the community trying to publish his poems, and by establishing himself he won Elinor’s love. Frost and Elinor ended up being married to each other though he continued to believe his initial thought of her continual rejection of him throughout his life. Reluctance also shows Frost’s love of the cycle of the different seasons which is why he dearly loved New Hampshire where the seasons can be seen at their fullest beauty. (http://www.etsu.edu/writing/amlit_s04/anthology/reluctance.htm)
Eventhough this was written by Frost for his lover, this poem reminds me the human mind which does not accept the things in the life as they come…the reluctance to accept the things as they come in the life ..makes the life different….the things may not change with the our reluctance..but how practical is it to accept the things in life as they come…..should’nt we make an effort to make a change?????????