Known and Unknown

Yesterday, I quoted Sarah Palin’s facebook post regarding her new neighbor: Joe McGinniss. In the post, she quoted a Robert Frost poem: Mending Wall. Here it is:

Mending Wall

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 outdoor 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 offense.
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.”

Now, some are saying that the phrase ‘good fences make good neighbors‘ doesn’t mean what Sarah and I think it means. They see some second hidden meaning that they were taught in school. But think about that for a second. That second meaning (what I will call the academic interpretation) is that the fence is useless, and the symbol of an adherence to tradition that no longer serves any purpose (if it ever did). Isn’t that just what a liberal professor wants you to think?

They want us to discard our traditions so that they can gay-marry, or double-marry, or whatever it is that their twisted minds desire. It’s obviously part of the liberal brainwashing agenda that our children have to suffer through every day (except in Texas).  I mean, read the words: “Good fences make good neighbors”. The words are pretty clear. I don’t need some pin-headed tweed jacket to tell me what five words mean.

We are awash in academic interpretations of things. They think we need ‘experts‘ to help us interpret the world around us, but I don’t see the use. I like to look at things through the prism of a great thinker and poet, who said:

The Unknown

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know
We don’t know.

Things that I know, I know. The things that I don’t know aren’t known. I don’t need some academic telling me things I already know, or trying to tell me that my known knowns are unknowns. I know my knowns, and not my unknowns. And I’m not sure that my unknown unknowns are even knowable, so why worry about them? I know what Frost was saying in his poem. And I know why academics are trying to twist his meaning all around. What I don’t know is why people still listen to professors in the first place.

4 Responses to “Known and Unknown”
  1. Sonu says:

    i remember studying this poem back in school. brings back memories! i think its a beautiful poem.. meding walls!! i think the FENCES can be interpreted in any way we want it, depending on the context. even if its lifestyle or actual fences, or relationships…. if we remove the fences… we become closer! anyways glad to be seeing this again!

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