Robert Frost/ Ideological Artifact

       An ideological artifact is a thing that does not really exist, or whose existence is a matter of debate, therefore I have chosed Robert Frost's poem, "A prayer in the Spring." He was born March 26, 1874 and most of his work is principally associated with the life and landscape of New England during that time.
      The preferred reading of the artifact is one of pleasure to the audience. The claim or ideology that Robert Frost is making is one of delight..........................Have some delight in the beauty that is around you in nature, "Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today." It asks the audience to believe and to understand that there is beauty in the world that we are forgetting to remember when he states, "and give us not to think so far away." It gives the audience some ideas about what beauty that might be when he states, "Oh, gives us pleasure in the orchard white." The author commends us to be "happing in the darting bird." He is asking us to see that it is good to take time and notice nature in this way. He is trying to tell us that we create a love within us by doing this by stating, "For this is love and nothing else is love." Then he ties it all back into God and His love, "The which it is reversed for God above."
       The interpretation to me is very direct or deliberate, without a lot of hidden meaning. The undertone to the poem is....................don't let our beautiful world pass by you, but be enveloped by it and it is unacceptable to do anything but that. An American idiom that we have all heard and could be likened unto this would be, "Take time to smell the flowers."


Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
 And give us not to think so far away
 As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
 All simply in the springing of the year.
 Oh, gives us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
 And make us happy in the happy bees,
 The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happing in the darting bird
 Tha suddenly above the bees is heard,
 The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
 And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.
 For this is love and nothing else is love,
 The which it is reversed for God above
 To sanctify to what far ends He will,
 But which it only needs that wee fulfill.