Tuesday, October 19, 2021

 

I Wish

Robert Frost (1874-1963), "The Black Cottage," Complete Poems (1948; rpt. New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1964), pp. 74-77 (at 77):
For, dear me, why abandon a belief
Merely because it ceases to be true.
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt
It will turn true again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favor.
As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish
I could be monarch of a desert land
I could devote and dedicate forever
To the truths we keep coming back and back to.
So desert it would have to be, so walled
By mountain ranges half in summer snow,
No one would covet it or think it worth
The pains of conquering to force change on.



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