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.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'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 offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.”

Speaker feels there is something living, natural thing which does not like walls and causes them to fall down
Water in ground freezes, expands and causes the ground to swell
Compound noun: describes the process
“Something”: sense of mystery, cannot be rationalised
Nature appears contemptuous of man’s efforts
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.
The ground swells under the wall and causes the boulders (dry stone wall) to collapse
Spills…in the sun: sense of abandon and generosity – vs the meanness and pettiness of man who restricts and builds walls
The missing boulders form gaps in the wall that are big enough for two people to walk through side-by-side
Speaker approves of this – allows people to communicate rather than set up divisions between them

Sometimes he can see that hunters have broken the wall down
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The speaker’s respect for nature is obvious in his attitude towards the hunter and the dogs

The gaps he finds most interesting are those that appear mysteriously, for which there appears to be no rational cause
This adds to the sense of mystery introduced in line 1
Seems to be a regular, seasonal “job” that happens once a year
The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
“beyond the hill” – stresses distance – the wall has not been erected to ensure privacy

IRONY:
The only time they meet is when they repair the wall that keeps them separate
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
Stresses the repetitive cycle – man is subjected to the seasonal shifts – also suggests the inevitability of the wall collapsing and having to be rebuilt on an annual basis Repairing of the wall – sense of separation and division – each keeps to his own side of the wall – do not cross over onto the other’s property

Repetition of “each” stresses their separateness and also the neighbour’s somewhat childish and absurd attitude – if the stone is on your side then you pick it up
METAPHOR
Different shapes and sizes
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
METAPHOR

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
Division & separateness
Narrator’s attitude is playful – he cannot take it seriously and does not consider it important

There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours'.
Neighbour’s negative attitude – good social relationships cannot exist when men are separated from one another

Wants to shake up his neighbour’s attitude – see if he can suggest an alternative view or another way of looking at the wall….
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
' Why do they make good neighbours?
Is he implying that the neighbour is
“empty-headed”?

He cannot see any practical purpose for the wall – no cows to be separated by the wall – he stresses the ABSURDITY of building the wall in this particular location
Some people are upset by the presence of the wall – e.g. the speaker – he feels that he has been shut out without any real reason
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 offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
In his mind the wall has to serve some logical purpose
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
PUN
He said it for himself.
Some natural (now supernatural) thing in nature that does not approve of the presence of the wall – suggests “Elves”
His true “motives” are starting to become clearer – he wants to change the way his neighbour thinks – WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF
THE WALL?

SIMILE
Neighbour = like a caveman
Stone = weapon
What is he saying about himself in comparison?
FIGURATIVE
DARKNESS
Unenlightened
Has not moved with the times
I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.”
He is not prepared to think beyond that which he has been taught by his father – what was good enough for his father is good enough for him – poem ends with the REPETITION of his father’s words.

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