Reluctance

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watercolor illustration by Neil

 

Reluctance


by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods


And over the walls I have wended;
 I have climbed the hills of view
 And looked at the world, and descended;
 I have come by the highway home,
 And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
 Save those that the oak is keeping
 To ravel them one by one
 And let them go scraping and creeping 
Out over the crusted snow,
 When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
 No longer blown hither and thither; 
The last lone aster is gone;
 The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
 The heart is still aching to seek,
 But the feet question ‘Whither?’
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?
 
“Reluctance” by Robert Frost. Public domain.

Robert’s LOVE of a woman

and

writing poems

divided his paths

evermore…

 

Definition #72 clutching

 Ebenezer Scrooge, whom Dickens described as “a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner. Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire.


Ebenezer Scrooge, whom Dickens described as “a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner. Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire.

clutching robs the skin

of shine and glow and largesse:

generosity!

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