A Return to the Classics: Robert Frost
One of my favorite poets from the anthologies we had forced upon us in high school and college is Robert Frost (1874-1963). He isn’t technically a classic poet, nor is he a full-on modern poet. He is kind of at a crossroad and that is reflected, I think, in the first poem I want to share.
The Road Not Taken
Two road diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
One of my all-time favorites! 🙂
The second poem I wanted to share will possibly make many of us who are in their forties want to say “Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold!” after reading it. It was used in S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders (1967), which was later made into a movie in 1983. I will admit that I first saw the poem when reading that book. 🙂
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.