Happy deathday, Mr. Frost (h/t to IC)
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Nicely executed, Mr Potter. 😉
I.C., yes, Potter does a great job. But, keep in mind that he is a long time user of deer antler spray. Some might think that gives him an unfair advantage.
One non-scholer’s opinion is that Frost is the greatest. An onion the be peeled and enjoyed at every layer.
Thanks Jonathan.
An onion that makes one weep — with joy!
Yes, Frost is one of the greats.
As some wag posted on Facebook:
Robert Frost is dead
And angels fear to tread
Into the frenzied fray about
Whether he was or was not devout
But Kollektivists rush in
Cuz being foolish ain’t a sin.
I have seen evening fall on morning frost.
I’ve watched black woods fill up with moonlit snow.
I have looked down two roads from where they crossed;
I know that one of them, I’ll never know.
I have worked side by side with wordless men,
And thought ‘Good-bye’ when it was time to go.
I have thought homeward thoughts, once and again,
But winter was the wind against my back
When summer drove me west and drew me in
Until I reached the utmost end of track
On beaches gray as asphalt and exhaust;
And further west, the churning, chilly black
Said summer was not found and was not lost.
I have seen evening fall on morning frost.
Well,now.