Atmosphere

Robert FrostContemplative

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek, They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear; Moisture and color and odor thicken here. The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.

Robert Frost

SourceLicence:Public domain (US, unrenewed)

Mood:: Contemplative
Topics:: wind, wall, shelter

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Wind makes the open grassy spaces feel bleak, but the speaker’s eye settles on an old stone wall catching sunlight on its warm side. The gusts that sweep the field falter when they reach it, too weak to blow anything clear. In that small sheltered spot, moisture, color, and smell begin to thicken.

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