When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
I am busy working to bring Robert Frost's "A Time to Talk" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Robert Frost's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "A Time to Talk" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.