Speaking about the work of Frost, I want you to have noted the gap between the terrifying and tragic. The tragedy, as we know, is always fait accompli. Fear is the same it is always associated with anticipation, with the recognition of a person's own negative potential, with the knowledge of what he is capable of. Frost is frightening. In other words, Frost`s position is radically different from the continental tradition of the poet as a tragic hero.
Each of Frost's poems is filled with deep psychological semantic-conceptual units, which eventually form a conceptual portrait of the author, represents a unique through, a rigorous and complex psycholinguistic system.
Frost perfectly knew human soul. “My Own” acts as a kind of preface to a textbook of understanding of the human being, his soul. Actually, it can be called a preface, a kind of overture to the work of the poet, despite the fact that the poem is not from a cycle of early lyrics of Old English period. Speaking of that, the poet focuses on, as it can seem, the standard scheme of "the truth lies within us", showing just how hard it is understand yourself.
Going the way himself, Frost calls the reader to follow him. Each poem Faint, discreet call to go on a journey in search of you, all deep and deeper, is heard in each poem. Frost encourages the reader to the fact that he did not sit on the spot, eager to further develop. Yes, it is a call that one should not hide that it is necessary to continue the path in spite the things that happened in the past.
Going to the theme of past, and come to the main aspect of Frost`s poems. It is necessary to deal with the "fear" and "intimidating" essence of the poet. It was already said that the main difference of fear is a foretaste of what was going to happen. I think that the worst thing in the author's view of the world is oblivion.
Another unique feature of Frost is in horror: he was always repelled by the suggestion, coming to the conclusion that the universe is finite, because the question always troubled mankind.
The author compares the passion with flames and hate - with ice. He cannot decide what of it is stronger. The conclusion, again, is done at the very end, when fear prevails in the icy blood. Hate is often stronger than passion. It is driven by the mind, not the heart, which may flinch at any time. Therefore hatred is stronger. People cannot always love, but almost always find the strength to hate.
Man, in the author's view of the world is disp. Yes, it is unique, but still disp. And he lives in a world of disposable things.
Speaking about the work of Frost, I want you to have noted the gap between the terrifying and tragic. The tragedy, as we know, is always fait accompli. Fear is the same it is always associated with anticipation, with the recognition of a person's own negative potential, with the knowledge of what he is capable of. Frost is frightening.