The Bear Poem By Robert Frost

The Bear Poem By Robert Frost,

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her,
And draws It down as IT it wele a lover,
And its choke cherries lips to kISS good-by,
Then lets It snap back upright In the sky.
Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
(She)s making her cross-country in the fall).
Her great weIght creaks the barbed-wIre in Its staples
As she ftings over and off down through the maples,
Leaving on one wrre tooth a lock of harr.
Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
The world has room to make a bear feel free,
The unIverse seems cramped to you and me.
Man acts more like the poor bear In a cage
That all day fights a nervous inward rage,
HIS mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
He paces back and forth and never rests
The toe-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
The telescope at one end of his beat,
And at the other end the mlCroscope,
Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
And in conjunction giving qUlte a spread.
Or if he rests from scientific tread,
‘Tis only to sit back and sway his head
Through ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,
Between two metaphysical extremes.
He sits back on his fundamental butt
With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,
(He almost looks religious but he’s not),
And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
At one extreme agreeing with one Greek,
At the other agreeing with another Greek

WhIch may be thought, but only so to speak.
A baggy figure, equally pathetic
When sedentary and when peripatetic.

The Bear Poem By Robert Frost

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