Saturday, January 29th, 2011
I read what my husband wrote today about Robert Frost. Today is the anniversary of his death in 1963. That inspired me to post a favorite Frost poem. Now it’s an hour later and, oh my goodness, where do I begin?
My parents gave me a fat collection of Frost’s poetry for Christmas my senior year in high school. I didn’t know yet that I liked Frost–or even poetry. But by the time I was in college Oral Intepretation classes, I think he must have been my most quoted author.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall. . . . Good fences make good neighbors.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood . . . I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.” “I should have called it Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.”
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard . . . Little—less—nothing! and that ended it.
When I see birches bend to left and right . . . One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring. . . I shan’t be gone long.–You come too.
When a friend calls to me from the road. . . I don’t stand still and look around on all the hills I haven’t hoed.
His poems are stories. They fit my heart and my tongue.
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