Photo by Anita363I guess it's because I live in New Hampshire, and experience the same landscape as he did, that I'm continuously drawn to
Robert Frost's poetry. Nearly one hundred years have passed since Frost published his youthful collection,
A Boy's Will. These early poems are full of old-fashioned words and turns of phrase, such as is found in these lines from "Flower-Gathering,"
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
and also in "Asking for Roses,"
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
"I wonder," I say, "who the owner of those is."
"Oh, no one you know," she answers me airy,
"But one we must ask if we want any roses."
Still, there are some poems that hint of the Frost to come who is so masterful in his simplicity of language and subject.
Here's one that is particularly appropriate for today since I've noticed the bluets spreading across patches of lawn all over my neighborhood:
THE VANTAGE POINT
If tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by noon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,
I look into the crater of the ant.
We have quite an extensive collection of Frost's work as you can well imagine!
Collected Poems, Plays and Prose [811 FRO] has everything in one place!
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