greykit.poetry — Robert Frost/mountain-interval

• 1916 [robert-frost] Birches
  Mountain Interval

  Ice storms bend the birches for good, but the poet would rather believe a boy did it — and wants the same for himself: to climb toward heaven until the tree sets him down again, since earth's the right place for love.

  #blank-verse#childhood#escape#1910s
• 1916 [robert-frost] The Road Not Taken
  Mountain Interval

  Two roads in a yellow wood, worn really about the same, and one taken for no better reason than that it had to be — with the sigh and the difference reserved for a telling ages and ages hence.

  #lyric#choice#1910s