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Tag: Robert Frost
Miles to go before I sleep (Phoenix, Tacoma, Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.)
So was I once myself a swinger of birches…

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be…
–Robert Frost, Birches
Determination

Yet all the precedent is on my side:
I know that winter death has never tried
The earth but it has failed: the snow may heap
In long storms an undrifted four feet deep
As measured against maple, birch and oak,
It cannot check the peeper’s silver croak;
And I shall see the snow all go down hill
In water of a slender April rill
That flashes tail through last year’s withered brake
And dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.
Nothing will be left white but here a birch,
And there a clump of houses with a church.
—Robert Frost, The Onset
Reluctance

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
–Robert Frost, Reluctance