Rose Pogonias

    A SATURATED meadow,
    Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
    A circle scarcely wider
    Than the trees around were tall;
    Where winds were quite excluded,
    And the air was stifling sweet
    With the breath of many flowers,—
    A temple of the heat.
    There we bowed us in the burning,
    As the sun's right worship is,
    To pick where none could miss them
    A thousand orchises;
    For though the grass was scattered,
    Yet every second spear
    Seemed tipped with wings of color,
    That tinged the atmosphere.
    We raised a simple prayer
    Before we left the spot,
    That in the general mowing
    That place might be forgot;
    Or if not all so favoured,
    Obtain such grace of hours,
    That none should mow the grass there
    While so confused with flowers.

I chose Rose Pogonias because the title stood out to me and caught my attention. As I read through the poem I realized that this poem was quite a bit different than the others I looked at. This poem was different in that there doesn't seem to be an underlying meaning. It's meaning is straightforward and that is about the beauty and preservation of nature. In this poem Frost uses plenty of imagery to build this image of a wooded area and meadow that show how beautiful nature can be. He also uses a persona that truly appreciates the beauty of nature. This is pointed out by the fact that he or she is described as enjoying the time spent there so much that they truly wish that this area could be untouched by anything that would destroy it's serenity.