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I found this today ... I want you to read and enjoy...
The truth has been Frost's central passion. He has never been fooled by easy solutions or tricked by slogans; he has never given in to the fashion of the moment in poetry or politics. Again and again he has reaffirmed his belief; he states part of it in " The Black Cottage":
... why abandon a belief
Merely because it ceases to be true.
Cling to it long enough and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish
I could be monarch of a desert land
I could devote and dedicate forever
To the truths we keep coming back and back to.
... Preferring reality of experience to a retreat to a fantastic dream-world,
he insists:
" The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows. "
I'm sitting here now, thinking about it ... he's a wonderful poet.
Those lines touch my heart...
Have a wonderful day, evening, night, f-list
Love
Julchen
The truth has been Frost's central passion. He has never been fooled by easy solutions or tricked by slogans; he has never given in to the fashion of the moment in poetry or politics. Again and again he has reaffirmed his belief; he states part of it in " The Black Cottage":
... why abandon a belief
Merely because it ceases to be true.
Cling to it long enough and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish
I could be monarch of a desert land
I could devote and dedicate forever
To the truths we keep coming back and back to.
... Preferring reality of experience to a retreat to a fantastic dream-world,
he insists:
" The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows. "
I'm sitting here now, thinking about it ... he's a wonderful poet.
Those lines touch my heart...
Have a wonderful day, evening, night, f-list
Love
Julchen
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:33 am (UTC)From:Some say the world will end in fire,
others say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I side with those that favor fire.
But if i had to perish twice
I think I know enough of fate,
to say that ice is nice
and would suffice.
ummm, i *think* i got it all in there; it's been a while since i read it. i know it was written during the period of time when everyone was at religious odds. (REALLY, ppl at relious odds. you mean that period STOPPED???) when darwin had first mad his scientific announcements and everyone kept debating back and forth over the whole thing.
Frost's point was that one way or the other, things would eventually end where they began, however it came about.
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Date: 2007-02-22 05:16 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 05:40 am (UTC)From:it's supposed to be I think I know enough of HATE to say that ice is nice and would suffice,"
my bad. sorry. :P
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Date: 2007-02-22 10:33 pm (UTC)From:To get lovely words here is all the more beautiful.
I'm thinking of you, Tracy *hugs and hobbity cuddles*
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:40 am (UTC)From:Last summer my family and I drove through Vermont and stopped at a wayside picnic area in the Green Mountains. There was a lovely plaque detailing Frost's love for the region and explaining its influence on his writing. I was so sad that we didn't have time to wander along the interpretive nature trail... paths the poet himself might once have walked... But even our brief visit brought home the beauty and spirituality of the land and made my heart feel at peace.
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Date: 2007-02-22 05:18 am (UTC)From:Thank you, my dear Mel, for your beautiful words. I'm glad, I could give you a little peace. *huggles*
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Date: 2007-02-22 11:32 am (UTC)From:Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-02-22 10:24 pm (UTC)From:It reminds me on Sam, joining Frodo on his quest ...
Thank you so much, you make me dream
*big big hugs back to you*
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Date: 2007-02-23 02:49 am (UTC)From:*hugs*
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Date: 2007-02-23 07:28 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 07:15 am (UTC)From:Here it is: Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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Date: 2007-02-22 11:17 am (UTC)From:Aquainted with the night will always be one of my favourits.
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Date: 2007-02-22 06:38 pm (UTC)From:*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2007-02-22 10:35 pm (UTC)From:Hopefully you'll be back very soon.
I love my little Italian sister! *hugs you back very hard*