Robert Frost

Forty-two years ago today, poet Robert Frost died in Boston.

"The Road Not Taken" is perhaps his best-known poem, but it is "The Armful" that best exemplifies the fact that we all have bad days now and then:

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once.
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

Comments

[Cyn]

I really like this poem.Thank you Dan, for sharing it.
It truly resonates. :)