Robert Frost\'s "Two Tramps In Mud Time"

On the surface, "Two Tramps in Mud Time" seems to display Robert Frost\'s narrow
individualism. The poem, upon first reading it, seems incongruent, with some of
the stanzas having no apparent connection to the whole poem. The poem as a
whole also does not appear to have a single definable theme. At one point, the
narrator seems wholly narcissistic, and then turns to the power and beauty of
nature. It is, however, in the final third of the poem where the narrator
reveals his true thoughts to the reader, bringing resolution to the poem as a
single entity, not merely a disharmonious collection of words.

At the outset of the poem, the narrator gives a very superficial view of himself,
almost seeming angered when one of the tramps interferes with his wood chopping:
"one of them put me off my aim". This statement, along with many others, seems
to focus on "me" or "my", indicating the apparrent selfishness and arrogance of
the narrator: "The blows that a life of self-control/Spares to strike for the
common good/That day, giving a loose to my soul,/I spent on the unimportant
wood." The narrator refers to releasing his suppressed anger not upon evils
that threaten "the common good", but upon the "unimportant wood". The appparent
arrogance of the narrator is revealed as well by his reference to himself as a
Herculean figure standing not alongside nature, but over it: "The grip on earth
of outspread feet,/The life of muscles rocking soft/And smooth and moist in
vernal heat."

Unexpectedly, the narrator then turns toward nature, apparently abandoning his
initial train of thought. He reveals the unpredictability of nature, saying
that even in the middle of spring, it can be "two months back in the middle of
March." Even the fauna of the land is involved with this chicanery; the arrival
of the bluebird would to most indicate the arrival of spring, yet "he wouldn\'t
advise a thing to blossom." The narrator points to the conclusion that, while
on the surface, things appear to be one thing, there is always something hidden
below, much like "The lurking frost in the earth beneath..."

In the final three stanzas of the poem, the "frost" within the narrator comes to
the surface. The humility of the narrator comes to light, with the narrator
saying that the tramps\' right to chop wood for a living "was the better right--
agreed." The narrator also says, "Except as a fellow handled an ax,/They had no
way of knowing a fool," insomuch as admitting to his foolishness.

On the surface, the poem seems to be two poems with diverging themes. However,
Robert Frost guides there two apparently unrelated thoughts into one idea from
the heart: "My object in living is to unite/My avocation and my vocation/As my
two eyes make one in sight." Perhaps the narrator is the true Frost coming to
the surface.

Category: English