A Photo a Week Challenge: The Road Not Taken In the winter, in the snow … or through the autumn woods. There is always an untaken path. There is never enough time to walk every path. We are inevitably forced to… Read More ›
Robert Frost
FIRE AND ICE By ROBERT FROST
I have always loved this poem. It is one of the few I have committed to memory. Today, I think it has acquired new and fearsome levels of meaning, many more than it had when I first read it, many… Read More ›
STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY NIGHT – ROBERT FROST
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt… Read More ›
PARTICULARLY PASSIONATE, POWERFUL AND PERCEPTIVE POETS – Rich Paschall
National Poetry Month, Rich Paschall Perhaps you did not know we have a National Poetry month. It has been celebrated each year since 1996. It is a way to honor the genre that gets little notice outside of high school… Read More ›
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY – Marilyn Armstrong
A Photo a Week Challenge: Gold I live in the land of gold, at least for somewhere around a month every year. Autumn is golden time here in the northeast unless we are rudely interrupted by a hurricane or a… Read More ›
BY THE FIRE – A PHOTO A WEEK CHALLENGE
A Photo a Week Challenge: By Firelight
FIRE!
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Summer – Fire
NATURE’S FIRST GREEN IS GOLD
CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE: LIGHT GREEN Light green is the color of springtime. It’s the color of new leaves, young grass … and my favorite earrings. The Japanese Maple is first tree to show green in the spring, yet is… Read More ›
FENCES, A MENDING WALL, AND OTHER BARRIERS
I hate to sound didactic, but I’m going to anyway. Robert Frost did not believe that “good fences make good neighbors.” That isn’t what the poem is about. His neighbor kept saying it, while Frost tried to tell him it isn’t true…. Read More ›
PROPHECY – FIRE AND ICE, ROBERT FROST
From the first time I heard this short poem, it got stuck in my memory. More than 40 years have passed and it’s still firmly stuck. It speaks to prophecy without ever using the word. And right now, it resonates eerily… Read More ›
ROBERT FROST – MENDING WALL
MENDING WALL Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another… Read More ›
THE FIRE THIS TIME
She had been frozen in time. And in reality. Now slowly, steadily, she dripped, dripped, dripped. A thawing. Flash frozen when she fell into the crevice between sections of the massive glacier which had covered what would someday be upstate New York. The weather… Read More ›
