Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.–Robert Frost
Last year on Frost’s birthday: A Prayer in Spring
And for this year:
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Ah, yes, I can always stop whatever for a visit with a friend–for better or for worse.
I am covering this poem; “A Prayer in Spring.” I read this poem much the same as yourself. Still in the same context, using a cliche as an analogy if you would pardon, “stop and smell the roses.” is what i gathred… However, after some discussion I have been informed that sometimes Frost hid audult themes for pure self entertainment. Notice he uses Birds and Bees, a thrusting meteor into a blossom and so on for support in his second and third stanza. Long story short, do you know where I could go to research an interview with Frost commenting on this poem specifically? Note: even with this added insight the context stays the same. I dont know…*SIGH* And i too love frost…thanks