stars

Stars

How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

by Robert Frost
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To me, the poems by Robert Frost are like a basketball hoop for me. I'm not tall enough to reach the hoop, just like I'll never completely understand Frost's poems. However, Frost's poems are my favorite, or the only poems that I enjoy reading. Anyway, this poem, 'Stars' gives me an image of a person who admires the stars looking at the stars fading away in the early mornings. The first stanza gives a strong image of a dark sky sprinkled with countlessly many stars. It also gives a sense that the stars will remain the sky for eternity. Then, as the poem continues, the day starts to begin and the invincible stars fade away and disappear. Then, the bright stars become nothing but the white part of the sky in the daylight. I think this poem is talking about people's lives. Why? I don't know. I think that Frost was talking about humans as the stars and the process of stars fading away as the process of humans dying. Like when the stars are present, they are so bright. It seems as if they will stay in their place forever. However, as the dawn approaches, they disppear slowly but so suddenly that you'll never remember it existing in that place. The star is still in the universe but it's not visible to the eye, just like after someone dies, we tend to remember them but we eventually forget them.