CENTRAL IDEA 

The poem talks about the death of the author beloved lucy. He admits that he was in a sort of deep sleep because he didn't fear the Harsh reality of life. Hello had taken life for granted and had never thought that one day death could separate him from his beloved lucy. Hello come to this realisation regarding this harsh truth of life only after her death. However, by this time it was too late. Now Lucy is buried within the Earth. She lies motionless. She can not hear or see. However, the poet is at peace even after losing Lucy to death because he finds that she has become one with nature after death. She has become an inseparable part of the Earth by minging with the rocks , the stones, and the trees. The poet seems to be immortalizing her death by saying that she had no human fears. Now earthly years were no longer a matter of concern for her because they cannot make her older now. ​​​​​​​

          CENTRAL IDEA 

The poem revolves around a general problem that one, faces in life. It is of making a choice in life. According to the poet, by choosing a that most people don't a man can make a big difference in his life. In this poem, a men came to a place where he had to make a choice between two roads. One of the roads was obviously less travelled on because it was grassy and was probably more difficult to travel on, and that is the road that this man chose. Hello thought that he could come back to check out the other road at another time, but figured that he probably would not, after he made his choice. The man found that he did make the best choice by choosing the road that had been less travelled by other people. The poet says that it is sometimes better not to make the easy choice that everyone else does, but to be willing to take a risk and be different by choosing the road 'less travelled by.

He was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires. Hello smiled at Margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart. Margie had hoped he wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an hour or so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all the lessons were shown and the question were asked. That wasn't so bad . The part Margie hated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers. She always had to write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and the mechanical teacher calculated the marks in no time. 

The inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted Margie's head . Hello said to her mother,"it's not the little girl's fault, Mr jones . I think the geography sector was geared a little too quick . Those things happen sometimes. I live slowed it up to an average ten years level. Actually, the overall pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory. And he patted Margie's head again.

Margie was disappointed. She had been hoping they would take the teacher away altogether. They had once taken Tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because the history sector had blanked out completely.

So she said to Tommy," why would anyone write about school?.