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Here's the poem:


Two Tramps In Mud Time


by Robert Frost





Out of the mud two strangers came


And caught me splitting wood in the yard,


And one of them put me off my aim


By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"


I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind


And let the other go on a way.


I knew pretty well what he had in mind:


He wanted to take my job for pay.





Good blocks of oak it was I split,


As large around as the chopping block;


And every piece I squarely hit


Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.


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 sun was warm but the wind was chill.


You know how it is with an April day


When the sun is out and the wind is still,


You're one month on in the middle of May.


But if you so much as dare to speak,


A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,


A wind comes off a frozen peak,


And you're two months back in the middle of March.





A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight


And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,


His song so pitched as not to excite


A single flower as yet to bloom.


It is snowing a flake; and he half knew


Winter was only playing possum.


Except in color he isn't blue,


But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.





The water for which we may have to look


In summertime with a witching wand,


In every wheelrut's now a brook,


In every print of a hoof a pond.


Be glad of water, but don't forget


The lurking frost in the earth beneath


That will steal forth after the sun is set


And show on the water its crystal teeth.





The time when most I loved my task


The two must make me love it more


By coming with what they came to ask.


You'd think I never had felt before


The weight of an ax-head poised aloft,


The grip of earth on outspread feet,


The life of muscles rocking soft


And smooth and moist in vernal heat.





Out of the wood two hulking tramps


(From sleeping God knows where last night,


But not long since in the lumber camps).


They thought all chopping was theirs of right.


Men of the woods and lumberjacks,


They judged me by their appropriate tool.


Except as a fellow handled an ax


They had no way of knowing a fool.





Nothing on either side was said.


They knew they had but to stay their stay





And all their logic would fill my head:


As that I had no right to play


With what was another man's work for gain.


My right might be love but theirs was need.


And where the two exist in twain


Theirs was the better right--agreed.





But yield who will to their separation,


My object in living is to unite


My avocation and my vocation


As my two eyes make one in sight.


Only where love and need are one,


And the work is play for mortal stakes,


Is the deed ever really done


For Heaven and the future's sakes.











I'm doing my homework, and I have to...umm..whats that word...I think cite the number next to the poem. For example:





oh whatever;dfjjfsklnfskldfk (39) %26lt;----------How do I do this? Is it called stanzas or what? I'm doing it base on the poem of robert frosts. I don't know how to get the number? Can someone please help.

Poem help? :]?
Rhyme pattern is abab. Beats are 8989