Robert Frost

“The Door in the Dark”

By |2018-11-25T16:32:36-06:00November 25th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

In going from room to room in the dark, I reached out blindly to save my face, But neglected, however lightly, to lace My fingers and close my arms in an arc. A slim door got in past my guard, And hit me a blow in the head so hard I had my native simile [...]

“In a Disused Graveyard”

By |2018-11-02T12:03:53-06:00October 28th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the [...]

Mending Walls: Why Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

By |2019-03-05T14:53:05-06:00July 8th, 2018|Categories: Civil Society, Community, Immigration, John Horvat, Robert Frost, St. Thomas Aquinas|

The liberal rage against the border wall has much to do with the nature of boundaries. Walls, borders, and fences are manifestations of restraint. Fallen humanity naturally resists the restraints of order that keep the unbridled passions under control. Walls are needed to keep the peace… “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” [...]

“The Gift Outright”

By |2019-03-20T16:42:15-06:00March 25th, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

The land was ours before we were the land’s. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials, Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed. […]

“Out, Out —”

By |2017-06-12T14:48:13-06:00January 29th, 2017|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. […]

The Classicism of Robert Frost

By |2019-10-23T12:45:22-06:00January 28th, 2017|Categories: Robert Frost|

Not many writers, especially not many poets, surpass after the age of fifty-six the achievements of their middle life—but Robert Frost did… One night in the fall of 1926 I found a note in my mailbox that gave me a jump of excitement. I saved that note for many years but cannot reproduce it [...]

The Star-Splitter

By |2017-06-13T09:53:37-06:00July 31st, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

“You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by daylight, and indeed, After the ground is frozen, I should have done Before it froze, and a [...]

Mending Wall

By |2017-06-14T09:27:23-06:00February 28th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a [...]

East of Early Winters: The Poetic Craft

By |2019-09-12T12:05:31-06:00February 19th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost, T.S. Eliot|

East of Early Winters, by Richard Wakefield (The University of Evansville Press, 2006) No period in the history of the arts more doggedly insisted on its concern with craft—its identification of artist with artisan—than did the Modernist period at the beginning of the twentieth century. And yet, at no time were the familiar features [...]

In Equal Sacrifice

By |2016-01-31T16:21:47-06:00January 31st, 2016|Categories: Poetry, Robert Frost|

Thus of old the Douglas did: He left his land as he was bid With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce In a golden case with a golden lid, To carry the same to the Holy Land; By which we see and understand That that was the place to carry a heart At [...]

Robert Frost: Imaginative Conservative

By |2016-03-11T10:37:17-06:00January 28th, 2016|Categories: Conservatism, Featured, Peter Stanlis, Poetry, Robert Frost|

Shortly before the death of Robert Frost, the editor of a selection of critical essays on the poet summarized the case for his prosecution as politically retrograde: “When, during the Thirties, poetry discovered a whole new reality in the political liberalism of the time, Frost became even more removed from the intellectual center of [...]

Love and a Question

By |2015-10-31T23:01:43-06:00November 8th, 2015|Categories: Love, Poetry, Robert Frost|

A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lips For a shelter for the night, And he turned and looked at the road afar Without a window [...]