I love Robert Frost’s poetry, perhaps because it actually “rhymes!” or because he lived in my State or because I can “relate” to what he writes about, but also because I got to meet him in person the last year of his life when he came to Boston as I was a Senior in college (ENC) and our English Lit. class was taken there to meet him. What an honor!! I can see him still….in my mind.
How delicate! Yes, they are young, for they run—& married, for the land is theirs. Wistful, indeed; it somehow almost made me cry. I was there once, although I’ve never been a farm girl.
I love Robert Frost’s poetry, perhaps because it actually “rhymes!” or because he lived in my State or because I can “relate” to what he writes about, but also because I got to meet him in person the last year of his life when he came to Boston as I was a Senior in college (ENC) and our English Lit. class was taken there to meet him. What an honor!! I can see him still….in my mind.
How delicate! Yes, they are young, for they run—& married, for the land is theirs. Wistful, indeed; it somehow almost made me cry. I was there once, although I’ve never been a farm girl.
Your comment reads like poetry, Mary. Thank you! “I was there once”…..too.