In one of his poems, “Out, Out”, Frost describes a young boy whose death while cutting wood was unpredictable. The opening scene of the poem gives a Vermont dusk setting with the boy sawing the wood away. He manages to make light of his work, but darkness falls before the work is done. Frost is giving the impression that that day’s job may have been easy, but still the hard part was to come. The story gets a twist when the saw the boy was using jumped out his grasp, and the boy is left for dead, not even the doctors could redeem him. The bottom line of this poem generally gave a philosophical view that the results that one wanted to achieve in life could not be attained if one took the hardest path. Maybe just this poem truly reflected his life.