Lew Crippen
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Robert Frost may be spinning in his grave, given the spin on his poem Mending Fences in at least two posts.
I won't quote the whole thing, but it begins:
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
...
and (later) continues:
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
And (to the point here):
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 offense.
...
Now you may well disagree with the poet, but quotes out of context, misconstrue the point of the poem.
I won't quote the whole thing, but it begins:
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
...
and (later) continues:
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
And (to the point here):
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 offense.
...
Now you may well disagree with the poet, but quotes out of context, misconstrue the point of the poem.