Poems by Robert Frost

I posted "The Road Not Taken" previously at this blog, that was almost 2 years ago. However I had never posted a selection/sample of the great poetry of ROBERT FROST (1874-1963).

Last week I bought a book at the International Book Fair in Buenos Aires, Argentina (Ediciones Corregidor) containing a comprehensive sample of FROST´s work, selection made by Enrique L. Revol.

Please enjoy

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THE DEMIURGE LAUGH

It was in the sameness of the wood;

I was running with joy on the Demon´s trail,

Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard-all I need to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,

A sleepy sound, but mocking half,

As of one who utterly couldn´t care.

The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,

Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.

I felt as a fool to have been so caught,

And checked my steps to make pretense

It was something among the leaves I sought

(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.

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FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I´ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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DEVOTION

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean -
Holding the curve in one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

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PRECAUTION

I never dared be radical when young
For fear it would make me conservative when old.

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A SEMI-REVOLUTION

I advocate a semi-revolution.
The trouble with a total revolution
(ask any reputable Rosacrucian)
Is that it brings the same class up on top.
Executives of skillful execution
Will therefore plan to go halfway and stop.
Yes, revolution are the only salves,
But they´re one thing that should be done by halves.