Divergent Themes in Frost's Two Tramps in Mud Time On the surface, Two Tramps in Mud Time seems to display Robert Frost's narrow individualism. The poem, upon first reading, seems incongruous, with some stanzas having no apparent connection to the entire poem. Even the poem as a whole does not seem to have a single definable theme. At one point, the narrator seems completely narcissistic, only to turn to the power and beauty of nature. However, it is in the last third of the poem that the narrator reveals his true thoughts to the reader, resulting in the poem being a single entity and not simply a disharmonious collection of words. At the beginning of the poem, the narrator gives a very superficial view of himself, almost becoming angry when one of the tramps interferes with his chopping of wood: "one of them took my aim away." This statement, along with many others, seems to focus on “me” or “mine,” indicating the narrator's apparent selfishness and arrogance: “The blows that a life of self-control/Save to strike for the greater good/What a day, giving free rein to my soul, / I spent it in the woods without importance." The narrator refers to the venting of his pent-up anger not on the evils that threaten "the common good," but on the "unimportant forest." The narrator's apparent arrogance is also revealed by his reference to himself as a Herculean figure who stands not alongside nature, but above it: "The grip on the earth of feet apart,/The life of muscles that swing soft/ And smooth and moist in spring heat." Unexpectedly, the narrator then turns to nature, seemingly abandoning the train of his initial thought. He reveals the unpredictability of nature, saying that even in the height of spring they can be "two months behind in mid-March." Even terrestrial fauna is involved in this scam; the arrival of the bluebird would in most cases indicate the arrival of spring, yet "it would advise nothing to bloom." The narrator comes to the conclusion that while on the surface things appear to be one thing, there is always something hidden underneath, just like "The frost lurks in the earth below..." In the last three stanzas of the poem, the "frost" inside the narrator it comes to the surface. The narrator's humility comes to light, with the narrator stating that the tramps' right to cut wood for a living "was the best right – agreed".