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An Analysis of Frost's "Tree at my Window" The poem "Tree at my Window" was written by Robert Frost, an American poet who was born in 1874 and died in 1963 (DiYanni 624). The narrator of this poem seems to speak to the "tree at my window"; then, repeating the phrase in reverse order, he calls it "window tree", as if to underline the position and proximity of the tree. Calling the tree a "window tree" might also suggest that this tree is something through which he sees, perhaps, some higher truth, something that goes beyond the mere physical presence of the tree. the window is lowered, perhaps to prevent air, cooled by the lack of the sun's heat, from entering the house (Webster 1026). The narrator continues: “But let the curtain never fall / Between you and me.” Literally, this statement could imply that he does not want a drape to cover the window between them. A sense of unease arises when looking at further definitions. “Curtain” can refer to death and “drawn” can refer to being provoked by inducement or being enticed (Webster 280, 346). The narrator begins the second stanza by mentioning an unclear dream. Then he stops and continues, apparently describing what the tree looks like. Referring to “head off the ground, / Not all your light tongues speaking aloud / Could be deep.” Perhaps the speaker could describe the vastness of the tree's height and width along with the size of the leaves. Comparing tongues to leaves is one possibility because when the wind passes through them, it causes a distinct sound. The speaker may also believe that the tree has insight into his feelings (Webster…middle of paper…four, speaker compares “outer” and “inner” life. “Tree at my window " contains descriptions and comparisons that almost bring an image to mind. Perhaps I was able to identify with this poem because I have often looked out the window at the trees and mountains in the distance and contemplated some dilemma that perhaps we could all learn from the nature of not be so anxious about things that don't even matter in the long run. Cox, James, M. Robert Frost: A Collection of Critical Essays New Jersey: Prentice-Hall, 1962. DiYanni, Robert. drama and essays New York: McGraw-Hill, 1994.Thompson, Lawrence: The Early Years 1874-1915 New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1966.Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary Massachusetts: G&C Merriam, 1977.