death. It seems to be that American literature is like the circle of life, we're born and we all end up dead. Maybe it was just a coincidence that all these authors led a miserable and expressed they're feelings in writing or did they lead a miserable life because they had the knowledge to see and understand that life is inconsequential, futile and simple worthless. Their writings were never terse expressions because the way they felt and understood life was not an easy thing to describe. Death is the end of life, the point at which everything in our body stops functioning, but what about our soul and spirit? Could death really be the only purpose at the end of life, could it be true that what these authors have expressed in their writings are the one and only truth in life?
             In the poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," Robert Frost talks about death. He talks about the confusion and misery a man lives with when influenced by depression and death is the way out he needs. For whatever reason, he is depressed and his despair is about to push him over the edge and end his life. He is mentally and emotionally confused but it is his conscience that helps to remind him about the people who care for him and who would suffer if he died. Death is all over this poem yet this man is smart enough to push it away for just an
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