Tag: robert frost

What Good Is Poetry? Making the Most of Life With A.E. Housman’s the ‘Loveliest of Trees’

Even in the awakening of new life in springtime and in Eastertide (the time that stretches beyond Easter), there comes the sweet yet sad reminder of the fleetingness of things, that all that lives must die. This is a favorite subject of poetry. The freshness of spring is all too brief, as Robert Frost’s famous…


What Good Is Poetry? Robert Frost’s ‘The Axe-Helve’: Fitting Axes and Forming Children

I’ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder’s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder branch. This was a man, Baptiste, who stole one day Behind me on the snow in…


What Good Is Poetry? ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. There is nothing like a paradox to entice the mind to discover a suggested secret….