"It Bids Pretty Fair" by Robert Frost is about not worrying about what others are doing you just need to do what you need to do. This poem has some imagry. I can imagine the acts fighting, This poem a rhyme sceme of AB AB. Frost writs in this poem that dont worry about what other are doing to just consontrate on yourslef and the only thing you need to worry about is the sun shining. This poem is a big metaphor for life.
The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.
The play seems out for an almost infinite run.
Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting.
The only I worry about is the sun.
We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.