Category: Frost, Robert

  • My November Guest

    My November Guest by Robert Frost MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,   Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree;   She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.   She talks and I am fain to list: She’s […]

  • Poeta Loquitur

    I haven’t had a chance to listen to much yet, and what I have listened to hasn’t really inspired me to listen to much more, but I figure some of you might be interested: I found a link over at Salon to several downloadable CDs worth of Dylan Thomas reading his and others’ poetry, with […]

  • Auden has an essay on Frost that I like.

    Auden has an essay on Frost that I like. Here’s how it ends: Hardy, Yeats, and Frost have all written epitaphs for themselves. Hardy I never cared for life, life cared for me. And hence I owe it some fidelity… Yeats Cast a cold eye On life and death. Horseman, pass by. Frost I would […]

  • In a Disused Graveyard

    Its worth contrasting Auden’s cemetary with Frost’s graveyard: In a Disused Graveyard by Robert Frost The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: “The ones who living come today To read the […]

  • More Frosty Stars

    Fireflies in The Garden by Robert Lee Frost Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part. […]

  • Stars

    Commentary? Stars by Robert Frost How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,— And yet with neither love nor […]