A swinger of birches

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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

'just as fire and ice may one day destroy the external, physical world,
 desire and hate destroy the internal, spiritual one' -Thomas from 'The Wondering Minstrels.' 

The poet Robert Frost was extraordinary in managing to write poems of deep meaning that resonate with readers using a mastery of language that somehow makes it     appear quite simple. His was a life beleaguered with grief - a father that died   young - Robert was only 11, a mother who shared a propensity for depression, alongside his wife, and only two of his six children outliving him - his son Carol,    sadly committing suicide. His mastery of his art was for him 'a momentary stay    against confusion'
There is a wonderful interview in the Paris Review in which he states 
' All thought is a feat of association: having what’s in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn’t know you knew. Putting this and that together. That click.'

That click is exactly the sense I love to feel when I feel the poetry I read. Some of Frost's poetry gets me there. 


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