Can anyone help me with the poem Gathering leaves by Robert Frost?
“Work as itself a metaphor for the movement of life. Finally, the last way we explore work’s relationship to life is in its continuation into infinitude. Frost puts this well in Gathering Leaves, where he explores the fact that, perhaps especially with pointless chores, we may get a glimpse into the cycle of life. In this poem, an elderly author is attempting to gather together all the past fallen leaves in a field, collecting the manifold memories that have fallen around, disorganized, over the years: Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who’s to say where The harvest shall stop? Here the work of harvesting has metaphorically taken off from a simple human action to become a symbol for human life itself. The harvest is life, and the collection is the attempt to give meaning.” Read the poem and remember when Robert Frost wrote this poem…1923! Do you really think it has anything to do with aliens? Life was pastoral and his poem, although a metaphor for life and the things
