THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Sunday, 3 May 2015
Perhaps
the poem I dislike the most
is that famous one by Robert Frost
it is so pat, so smug,
so done to death by repetition
by the self-congratulating rich
that I almost wish he'd fallen in a ditch
onto a pile of corpses
and had lain there totally forsaken
beside the road not taken.
2 comments:
Srikant
said...
Good choice of poem to dislike. =) Btw I was thinking "Miles to go before I sleep" comes in the same thing. The very line is so despicable. As I didn't doubt, this is also a Robert Frost poem. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621 What an AMERICAN man he was!
"Stopping by woods" is indeed a particularly bad, smug poem, Srikant. I wonder that R.Frost had the gall to publish his trivial-portentous verse after giants such as Whitman and Dickinson...
2 comments:
Good choice of poem to dislike. =) Btw I was thinking "Miles to go before I sleep" comes in the same thing. The very line is so despicable. As I didn't doubt, this is also a Robert Frost poem.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621
What an AMERICAN man he was!
"Stopping by woods" is indeed a particularly bad, smug poem, Srikant. I wonder that R.Frost had the gall to publish his trivial-portentous verse after giants such as Whitman and Dickinson...
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