Mending Wall eftir Robert Frost

Þegar ég las þessa frétt kom mér til hugar kvæði eftir Robert Frost, skrifað á köldum tímum í kringum 1915:

 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

…

 

'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

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.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down.'

 

Veggir sem sagt hrynja og eru byggðir upp, þurfa viðhald og vilja. Þegar hann þrýtur fer veggurinn þá leið sem er eðlilegast og fer í burtu eða aðskilur ekki lengur.

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