07-13-2017, 11:45 PM
(05-14-2016, 03:21 AM)Leanne Wrote: I met Frost in high school. He fell out of a book and wouldn't go away, so I wrote this poem when I was 16 or 17. I've copied it verbatim so you can see how bad my meter and abstraction was
The road was often traveled though the vehicle was new,
flushed from verdant pasture, his bright inspiration flew
from Boston, Massachusetts, to old England’s misty shore,
astride the wild Atlantic with his soaring metaphor
With simple words of wonder and a soul of silver hue,
the stars would flow from out his pen and mingle with the dew
of morning’s blessed spirit riding wildly through the wood,
dismounting at the crossroads where the finest poets stood.
Of fire and ice and winter snows, of crows and crickets quaint,
bright bucolic brushstrokes, mixing magic with the paint;
of life and death and merriment, of fortunes won and lost --
the world is richer having known the coming of the Frost
i think that the words 'quaint' and 'bucolic' are well-placed in a poem about frost. one often wonders, when thinking about frost, how a man who, being so obviously stimulated and christened by the magic of the muse, would have remained so entrenched, stalwart, habitual and peculiar.
the poem helps to show that despite frosts penchant for framing, enshrining, depicting the life of the mundane, the country gentleman, there is still a guilded magic around the edges and accented throughout, it is the spice of the cider, the frost of the cake (double entendre notwithstanding), the trill of the bow, the flowers on the lawn, the cream on the coffee.
i also very much appreciate and regard what leanne is arguing about frost's influence on the English literary world. It would seem that it was his discipline, his willingness to hold to his country manner in not his country manor, that brought him to the hedgerowed world of English gardens, cottages, estates, manors and castles
the scholarship surrounding Frost will be a point of diplomatic exchange and cultural trade with those old-worlders of the British Isles who still hold to so many of their WONDERFUL traditions. has anyone seen the new video documentary of the Pippa Middleton marriage to Sir James Stephens?
plutocratic polyphonous pandering


