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  1. They’re both very fine, of course, but the second is an absolute masterpiece. I remember my college roommate and me enjoying the “clomping there…clomping off” bit greatly. I like it even more now.

    Those forget-why-I-came-in-here moments grow more frequent.

  2. Neo, I love Frost. I heard him read one of his poems at the Kennedy Inaugural–I think it was–and have ever been compelled to read his work. I know of some who find no sense or solace in poetry, who read and shake their heads and walk away. I cannot comprehend reading those two poems by Frost and not recognizing the presence of the transcendent.

    Great poetry–and Frost wrote truly great poetry–reminds me of the poem by Mary Brent Whiteside:

    Who has Known Heights

    Who has known heights and depths shall not again
    Know peace-not as the calm heart knows
    Low, ivied walls; a garden close;
    An though he tread the humble ways of men
    He shall not speak the common tongue again.

    Who has known heights shall bear forevermore
    An incommunicable thing
    That hurts his heart, as if a wing
    Beat at the portal, challenging;
    And yet-lured by the gleam his vision wore-
    Who once has trodden stars seeks peace no more.

    To those who don’t care for poetry, that may sound a bit over-the-top, but to those of us who have been enchanted, we can say, with Frost, “And feel a spirit kindred to my own;/So that henceforth I worked no more alone.”

    Thanks, Neo.

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