Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.
Most of you probably know Robert Frost for "The Road Not Taken," but my personal favorite of his is "The Mending Wall." You could probably spend days if not weeks analyzing this poem (as I did in one of my college classes). I'm curious what you guys think about it. Does anything in particular stick out to you? What sort of feeling did you get from it? I'm not looking for any sort of in-depth analysis, just your sense of the poem on a first or second pass.