Read the excerpt from "mending wall."
spring is the mischief in me, and i wonder
if i could put a notion in his head:
"why do they make good neighbours? isn't it
where there are cows? but here there are no cows.
before i built a wall i'd ask to know
what i was walling in or walling out,
and to whom i was like to give offence.
something there is that doesn't love a wall,
that wants it down."
now read “the pasture,” also by robert frost.
i’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
i’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(and wait to watch the water clear, i may):
i shan’t be gone long.—you come too.
i’m going out to fetch the little calf
that’s standing by the mother. it’s so young,
it totters when she licks it with her tongue.
i shan’t be gone long.—you come too.
which best accounts for the different views of spring expresse