Summary
and theme of 'Out, Out-' by Robert Frost- HSC English 1st paper
The buzz
saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made
dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented
stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from
there those that lifted eves could count
Five
mountain ranges one behind the other
Under
the sunset far into Vermont
And the
saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it
ran light. or had to bear a load.
And
nothing happened : day was all but done.
Call it
a day. I wish they might have said
To
please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a
boy counts so much when saved from work.
His
sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell
them 'Supper'. At the word, the saw.
As if to
prove saws knew what supper meant.
Leaped
out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap
He must
have given the hand. However it was,
Neither
refused the meeting. But the hand!
The
boy’s
first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As
he swung toward them holding up the hand ‘
Half
in appeal, but half as if to keep
The
life from spilling. Then the boy saw all --
Since
he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing
a man’s
work, though a child at heart --
He
saw all spoiled. "Don’t let him cut my hand off ‘
The
doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So.
But the hand was gone already.
The
doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He
lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And
then-the watcher at his pulse took fright. ‘
No
one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little
- less - nothing! - and that ended it.
No
more to build on there. And they, since they
Were
not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Summary: A young man is cutting firewood with a buzz saw in
New England. Near the end of the day, the boy’s sister announces that it is
time for dinner and, out of excitement, the boy accidentally cuts his hand with
the saw. He begs his sister not to allow the doctor to amputate the hand but
inwardly realizes that he has already lost too much blood to survive. The boy
dies while under anesthesia, and everyone goes back to work.
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