Hearing Robert Frost everywhere


So apparently simple
that he seems easy:
“two roads diverged,”
“I have been one
acquainted with the night,”
“Good fences make
good neighbors” —
you begin to hear him
everywhere and to ask
about “diverged”
and the chasm
between knowledge
and “acquaintance.”

So in Canarias.
“She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.”
Nope. “I saw no window
but that was black”
is to ponder, yes,
“But let there never
be curtain drawn
Between you and me.”
That’s green.

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