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...blind seer of old, he took a great bard's ancient place beside the spiritual and temporal princes of his world. The voice, as it was whenever he "said" his verses, seemed far from poetic-dry, spare, matter-of-fact. But in the silence that followed any poem Frost spoke, an attentive listener was likely to find himself still a captive of its cadences. "The land was ours before we were the land...
Chimes & Symbols. Like many another poet, Frost wrote his own epitaph...
...large, his public ignored the Frost who quarreled with the world. They knew and praised instead the Frost who was a praiser of country things-the joy in swinging birches or treading leaves, the ornery bite of a grindstone against an ax blade, the road not taken, those woods lovely, dark and deep. For readers who like to shake a poem as children shake a piggy bank until the coin of meaning jingles out. Frost had pots of jingly messages. "Good fences make good neighbors." he said, and many a listener never noticed that he contraposed this with: "Something there...
...could make the familiar small change of language chink and chime into high melody. His verse often seemed as easy to read as McGuffey's Reader, but it contained universalities that obscure symbolists rarely attempt. In a time when despair is popular. Frost was grimly, gallantly optimistic. He saw man as a rider, "Mounted bareback on the earth ... his small fist buried in the bushy hide": But though it runs unbridled...
Farmyard Logic. Just as Americans buy Christmas cards of New England churches on village greens they have never seen. Frost spoke to something ancestral (and perhaps vanishing) in the American spirit -the rugged self-reliance of the frontier. Frost seemed a throwback to an earlier time when philosophical and social questions could be handily submitted to farmyard logic. Just because of this, many latter-day critics who set the fashions regarded him slightingly-as a kind of James Whitcomb Riley with muscles. Intellectuals today tend to look on the age of anxiety as an urban affair, a unique...