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Tag Archives: Robert Frost
New Directive: glosa, glose, gloss
Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather – Robert Frost Back out? How far? … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, destiny, Directive, dream, glosa, glose, gloss, illusion, nostalgia, poetic forms, Robert Frost
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There is a wall around a thing
There is a wall around a thing that does not know to love that keeps it safe, in some sad way, and far from the great harm experience brings with it when it visits and leaves broken pots and pans, … Continue reading
A Different Path
Sometimes, I wonder: if I’d walked a different path, the one, like Frost’s, well-traveled and defined, perhaps more suited to my demograph but nonetheless a road that I declined, and put my energy into some goal, a measure pleasing to … Continue reading
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Tagged alternate universes, choices, decisions, paths, poetry, Robert Frost
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The Wall
There is something in a family that doesn’t like a wall inside the boundary it constructs, its face against the world, that thin veneer of solidarity presented to conceal or pander to the social mores ranking its esteem. Behind the … Continue reading
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Tagged appearances, division, family, reunions, Robert Frost, separation, The Mending Wall
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Small Things
I: There is no better thing, I guess, than to believe that my good thoughts take wing without a by-your-leave and find their way to where they are needed the most; that way, I do not care if they remember … Continue reading
Making Your Own Road
Two roads converged in a yellow wood (and neither of them looked too good), one leading off to some small town, and the other wandering all around like a less-beaten path I think should. This forced duality for life struck … Continue reading