Friday, February 23, 2018

42. The poetry of Robert Frost


            Poetry is the written expression of our existence whether it be purely visual or sung to the rhythm of an instrument.  It records the very fiber of our being with all the rhythm of the heart and every sense of our existence.  Certain poets have a way of speaking to me in particular and I find the poetry of Robert Frost to be especially communicative to me.  He took the ordinary things from his New England existence and put them on paper in such a beautiful display of vibrancy and reality for me that I feel comfort when I read his poems.  “When I see birches… I like to think some boy’s been…” “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” “Nothing gold can stay…” When I read his poetry I know that this man was not only in touch with his surroundings, he also was in touch with his fellow man.
            I don’t ever remember not liking his poetry, so it’s no surprise that when I went to Ripton, Vermont to his farm there adjacent to the Bread Loaf Campus of Middlebury College I felt completely at ease with the surroundings.  The Green Mountains have the same sense of comfort that the mountains of North Idaho have.  While they are less rugged than many of the mountains I have encountered here and their elevation can seem comically low to one from the west, they still have a rugged beauty that pulls in a westerner such as me or Robert Frost.  Frost brought that sense of beauty and pain that comes with mountain living right into every word he seemed to commit to paper.  I am constantly drawn to the ideas of being in the woods and perusing the changing leaves, the choices made in life compared to the choices of walking down a wooded path in autumn or the splendor of a snowfall in the evening.  These things are written along with the poems of marital difficulties, getting along with neighbors and typical life struggles. His poetry conveys both the difficulty and beauty of life in such a way that I feel connected to him as an old friend who has good advice for me.  I am very thankful for the poetry of Robert Frost.

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