Here further up the mountain slope Than there was ever any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains of wall round everything, Subdued the growth of earth to grass, And brought our various lives to pass. A dozen girls and boys we were.
Read Robert Frost's poem, "The Birthplace." Then, identify and describe the main kind of figurative language that's used in the poem. Finally, discuss how this use of figurative language contributes to the poem's meaning.
The mountain seemed to like the stir,
And made of us a little while–
With always something in her smile. Today she wouldn't know our name.
(No girl's, of course, has stayed the same.) The mountain pushed us off her knees. And now her lap is full of trees.
—Robert Frost, "The Birthplace"
