A Time To Talk
by Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
This is a poem I hadn't happened to read before, and I thought it wonderful.
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost is my favorite poet ever.
ReplyDeleteMy friend told me a shocking story of him at school on Friday. She said that Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening was about him contemplating suicide. "Miles to go before I sleep, promises to keep" and all that...he evidently changed his mind.
That was so upsetting to me. I hate to think of anyone in such mental torment.
This particular poem hits the exact essence of how the world should be with each other, and sadly, too often isn't.
Thanks for sharing this Frost poem. I'm finally escaping "Frost the assigned homework" poet to appreciate his writing. And it's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis one is wonderful!! I love Robert Frost.
ReplyDeleteBellezza, I asked my teacher husband and he said it is all personal interpretation. But he did have a lot of torment in his life.
ReplyDeleteDoctor Mom, sometimes school just ruins literature.
Les, I think this is such a good one.