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10 thoughts on “The Robert Frost Reader: Poetry and Prose

  1. says:

    To clarify my rating, this is a five star book There is no doubt of that It s a great book, but poetry is an art and as such is subjective from person to person This just wasn t my cup of tea I loved a handful of the poems in this book, so much so that I would read this again only for those handful of poems, but I had little to no interest in most of this book It was even a bit hard for me to get through because of this Wonderful artist writer, but this book won t go into my collection Sorry, Frost.


  2. says:

    This book provides a great insight not only into the collection of poetry of Robert Frost, but also into his developing personality and perspective Robert starts out very insecure about his poetry and his continued source of inspiration, and then blossoms with confidence by asserting his own personality and views His last poem and letter both question the meaning of life and affirm his desire to never let life go there s one thing I shan t write in the past, present, or future, and that is glad mad stuff or mad glad stuff The conviction closes in on me that I was cast for gloom as the sparks fly upward, I was about to say I am of deep shadow all compact like onion within onion and the savor of me is oil of tearsBut I have not laughed No man can tell you the sound or the way of my laughter I say I have the right to tell anything to talk about anything I am smart enough to find out about Second, I am free to talk about anything I am deep enough to understand, and third, I am free to talk about anything I have the ability to talk about The limitations on my freedom, you see, are in myself than anywhere else Some of my favorite poems follow, though this book only contains a selection of poems from each publication, and I must get a hold of the full set of poems October Reluctance The fear Birches I d like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate willfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return Earth s the right place for love I don t know where it s likely to go better.I d like to go by climbing a birch tree,And climb black branches up a snow white trunkToward heaven, till the tree could bear no ,But dipped its top and set me down again A star in a stoneboat Wild grapes I had not learned to let go with the hands,As still I have not learned to with the heart,And have no wish to with the heart nor need,That I can see The mind is not the heart.I may yet live as I know others live,To wish in vain to let go with the mind Of cares, at night, to sleep but nothing tells meThat I need learn to let go with the heart Nothing gold can stay The onset The lockless door A passing glimpse West running brook The bear Carpe Diem Age saw two quiet childrenGo loving by at twilight,He knew not whether homeward,Or outward from the village,Or chimes were ringing churchward.He waited they were strangers Till they were out of hearingTo bod them both be happy Be happy, happy, happy,And seize the day of pleasure The age long theme is Age s Twas Age imposed on poemsTheir gather roses burdenTo warn against the dangerThat overtaken loversFrom being overfloodedWith happiness should have itAnd yet not know they have itBut bid life seize the present It lives less in the presentThan in the future always,And less in both togetherThan in the past The presentIs too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusingToo present to imagine Escapist Never He is no fugitive escaped, escaping.No one has seen him stumble looking back.His fear is not behind him but beside himOn either hand to make his course perhapsA crooked straightness yet no less a straightness.He runs face forward He is a pursuer.He seeks a seeker who in his turn seeksAnother still, lost far into the distance.Any who seek him seek in him the seeker.His life is a pursuit of a pursuit forever.It is the future that creates his present All is an interminable chain of longing Forgive, O Lord Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I ll forgive Thy great big one on me.


  3. says:

    In beautiful, accessible language, Frost taps into just about every emotion known to humanity I love the way his poems share deep insights using simple vivid images.


  4. says:

    JustI can t get into Robert Frost Sorry.


  5. says:

    Frost is a master poet Enough said.


  6. says:

    from Chard DeNiord s presentation Oct 2012


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