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Patris's avatar

One of my favorite poets as a child. Such a gentle soul.

Who didn’t choose to recite “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” when recital was a requirement in class?

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Weston Parker's avatar

One of poets who woke me up. Told me to look around and not waste a moment.

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Jo Wright's avatar

wonderful, wistful. thanks.

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Maha's avatar

In 1940, poet Wallace Stevens made a trip to Key West. Robert Frost was also at the Casa Marina Hotel there and the two men argued, including the following comments:

Stevens: Your poems are too academic.

Frost: Your poems are too executive.

Stevens: The trouble with you Robert, is that you write about subjects.

Frost: The trouble with you, Wallace, is that you write about bric-a-brac.

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David Snider's avatar

Wanting to be a cicada on that hotel wall.

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Maha's avatar

Haha interesting variation on the “fly” theme.

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House of Neglected Poetry's avatar

"For the grapes' sake along the wall." Wine country kids know of this all too well, Mr Frost, for grape's sake!

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Linda Whiteside's avatar

This is a new poem to me. It captures some essence of my favorite time of the year.

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Pamela H's avatar

So... just yesterday I was driven up The Royal Deeside to near Balmoral Scotland. It’s been a little bit more than a year since Queen Elizabeth II past away there. What more lovely a valley to breath one’s last.

The small leaves from Silver Birch and Aspen from time to time fluttered from tree, through air, to commence the covering of the ground. The sky was blue in part; a perfect Autumn Day.

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Constantine Markides's avatar

Wow, talk about timing... I just minutes ago posted a tale that plays with the idea of misreading Frost's Road Less Traveled. The details on Frost are in the Afterword at the end of the story: https://www.mostlymyth.com/p/the-road-miss-took

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Stanley Wotring's avatar

I felt this poem.

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fred el bekkay's avatar

The Song of the Raven

The crow hovers over your head

He watches your black hair on the frozen ground

The raven had read the short story of Guy De Maupassant

That or its congeners delight in the brain

Of an old Norman man

Left for dead in the cold

It’s a cold October

Where a thin layer of snow has invaded

The raven thinks and says

that it would be dangerous to attack you

The man with black hair

That luck is not on his side

That winter will come soon

That he will have another chance

That the slaughter will be there

That man will always be there

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Patris's avatar

Yes. We’re sparked by the best I believe.

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Sarah A. Cacioppo's avatar

🖤🥀

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Writer Pilgrim by So Elite's avatar

Full of autumnal flavours and colours!

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David Picariello's avatar

If not for Frost on the verse of fall leaves

We, the People, just trying to live each day.

would miss those truck Fulls.

Pumpkins on the All Hallows Eve prowl.

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