Monday, June 17, 2013

The Icy Road

Frost as a young man, left...and a little older, right

Thinking of Robert Frost and the road less taken. Thinking of his Fire and Ice too.

Wiki says: Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. One of the most popular and critically respected American poets of his generation, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

The Icy Road

I have seen the ghost
that haunts your choice slouching past
the intersection
in the winter woods,
that same ghost who tickled Frost
when he stood there too.

It's a tough old row to hoe,
this writing of a tangled verse.
It goes bad, and then will go
much much strangely worse.

June 17, 2013 10:17 AM


  1. Beautifully atmospheric. Almost, I sensed a shiver.

    1. As was discussed with a friend on facebook, "The Icy Road" is a complex reminiscence of three Frost poems, "The Road Not Taken", "Fire And Ice" (this one was directly the influence), and "Stopping By The Snowy Woods". Also in it though is a ghost slouching past the intersection... Slouching as a method of movement happens in some other poet's work entirely. Both my friend and I are cat lovers and instantly think of Carl Sandburg's "Fog" where it comes on little cat feet. But that's not it - no slouching anywhere.

  2. Not just with poetry. Life! Strangely bad and then much much worse...until its better, and then maybe even better than that. That's my hope and prayer : )

    1. Far too dark for life, although I understand your metaphor for real. Loving you.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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