What is the journey of the brook in the poem brook?

Answer 1

the poet has realistically drawn a parralism between the journey of the brook with the life of a man... the poet says as in the childhood the a child is very agile, energetic and lively , like that only the brook in the beginning stage of its life is very powerful, enhancing and it keeps on flowing with a great rush and enthusiasm through out its life .it falls from great heights and menders around the wavy path, and when it approaches on plain it becomes very slow and continues to flow eternally .like the brook a man toward the end of his life he becomes slow in his moves and ultimately meets the horns of death and the brook also emerges with its final destination but it never ends to flow.

Answer 2

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorpes, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,

In little sharps and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a silvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows;

I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;

I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorpes, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,

In little sharps and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a silvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows;

I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;

I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

Answer 3

It is about A brook in the modern city (duh). Over time, the brook is not needed anymore, so the people of the city transform it into a sewer under the streets. In the last 4 lines, Frost says that the people of the city didn't even know the brook was there. Even if they did, they wouldn't care. now the brook is just waiting in the dark until it can run free again. This poem shows the destruction of nature, and old ways by industrial revolutions. In the beginning, it tells how the person used to play with the brook by dipping his finger, and flowers in to try the current. Now the meadow nearby has been killed bu new pavement, and though the farmhouse is still there, it is now crossed with roads and city. Hope this helped.

Answer 4

the brook finally meets the brimming river in philip's farm

Answer 5

it is very bad thath he can travel the whole brook

it is very boring ok bye than catch u later

Answer 6

metaphor is a comparing word

Answer 7

It was a right time for him