Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Tuesday Two - Robert Frost

I've felt very poetic lately, though not in the writing of it more the reading of it, so I thought I'd share.  I, myself, go through times when just letting the verses flow over me, ignites something in my soul.  Today it was Robert Frost's works that spoke to me.

Here's a Tuesday tidbit for you too...
Did you know that Robert Frost recited a poem at John F Kennedy's inauguration?  And the poem he read?
It was, The Gift Outright.  I've added it to the bottom of the post as an added bonus.


The Road Not Taken

Two roads 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.
          ~Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
    ~Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Bonus Poem...

The Gift Outright

The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
     ~Robert Frost (1874-1963)


  1. Ah, Robert Frost, I do remember him reading a poem at JFK's inauguration... and he was a popular poet with many of my teachers.

  2. He was very popular with my teachers as well. I wonder if it was do in part to his being American and current. :)

    As to the inauguration, Life Mag has just published some rare and unseen pics of that day. Some have Frost in them. They were facinating to look at.

    Here's the link if you're interested. :)