The Vantage Point

Robert Frost (1874–1963) · 1913

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 14 lines · from A Boy's Will

IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.There amid lolling juniper reclined,Myself unseen, I see in white definedFar off the homes of men, and farther still,The graves of men on an opposing hill,Living or dead, whichever are to mind.And if by moon I have too much of these,I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,I look into the crater of the ant.

Words in this poem

amid prep.
In the midst or middle of; surrounded or encompassed by; among. [OE. amidde, amiddes, on midden, AS. on middan, in the middle, fr. midde the middle. The s is an adverbial ending, originally marking the genitive; the t is a la]
reclined a.
Falling or turned downward; reclinate.
unseen a.
Not seen or discovered.
whichever pron.
Whether one or another; whether one or the other; which; that one (of two or more) which; as, whichever road you take, it will lead you to town.
aglow adv.
In a glow; glowing; as, cheeks aglow; the landscape all aglow. [Pref. a- + glow.]
crater n.
The basinlike opening or mouth of a volcano, through which the chief eruption comes; similarly, the mouth of a gevser, about which a cone of silica is often built up. [L. crater, cratera, a mixing vessel, the mouth of a volcano, Gr. ir to cook, Crail, in Holy Grail.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Vantage Point is in the public domain. This text is taken from A Boy's Will, Project Gutenberg ebook #3021; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Frost, The Vantage Point, in A Boy's Will (1913), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #3021, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/frost-boys-will/the-vantage-point.html, id L04635.

Form and metre

The Vantage Point is 14 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 57% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 84%). 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.8 syllables. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in heroic couplets, other poems in iambic pentameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBAACCADEEDFF mankindA · dawnB · lawnB · reclinedA · definedA · stillC · hillC · mindA · theseD · loE · aglowE · breezeD · plantF · antF
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,10·/····˘///
Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,10··········
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.10·····/˘···
There amid lolling juniper reclined,9·˘//˘/˘˘/
Myself unseen, I see in white defined10·/˘/····˘/
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,10·······/˘·
The graves of men on an opposing hill,10······˘/˘·
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.10/˘··˘/˘···
And if by moon I have too much of these,10··········
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,10··········
The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,10···/····˘/
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,9·/˘······
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,9·········
I look into the crater of the ant.10·····/˘···

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