“Into My Own” by Robert Frost

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One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

I read this sonnet three times this morning, and each time I read it I liked it more. This poem works for me on so many levels, and the fact that it was the first poem in Frost’s first book (A Boy’s Will) makes it all the more impressive.

On the surface, we have a young man who longs to set out on his own and travel his own path in the world. The trees symbolize his present life, rooted as it were in the place where he lives. But he longs to venture into the woods, to get lost in the world beyond his present life. I could not help thinking about Chris McCandless in “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakauer. This is the archetypal American feeling of freedom to lose oneself in the wilderness, to seek one’s true self in nature. It’s why we relate to Huckleberry Finn.

But I see another level of symbolism in this poem, something deeper, more spiritual and psychological. This poem serves as a metaphor for the inner search for one’s true spiritual self. On this level, the trees become symbols for our established beliefs, rooted deep in our consciousness, obscuring the deeper forests of the subconscious mind that lay beyond the threshold of the woods. The speaker now wants to delve deep into his soul and search for his essence. He knows innately that this inner self is his true nature, and that discovering that part of himself will not change him into something different, but will only unveil who he really is.

They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

The more I read Robert Frost, the more I appreciate his genius. This poem is a great example of how great a poet he was.

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12 responses to ““Into My Own” by Robert Frost

  1. Your insights help me appreciate his genius too Jeff. I should read more Frost!

  2. Awesome poem, Jeff. Really appreciate the symbolism and your take on it.

  3. Thank you for this fine interpretation of Frost’s symbolism.

  4. Wow! I’d never seen that sonnet before – it’s great! Thanks for sharing this and your thoughts!

  5. Such a beautiful poem and compelling symbolism… I much enjoyed your analysis and the way you related Frost´s poem to a metaphor for the inner search for one’s true spiritual self. What lies beneath the trees is a wonderful reflection of the self… how wonderful is that analogy.
    Thanks for sharing, dear Jeff… Love and best wishes to you. Aquileana 🍂🍃

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