By Dave Coulter
An art form that I pretty much avoided until we had to deconstruct Death of the Hired Man in college. Anyway, I have come to enjoy poetry greatly in the last three decades. (And I wonder how many of my former teachers are spinning in their graves to hear that?)
So, what will you do to celebrate 6 October? Read a new poem, or maybe re-read an old one? Write one for the first time? Or, you could go to the city to check out W.S. Merwin at the Washington Library? To get you in the mood I'll leave you with a few of my favorite lines that Robert Frost wrote from Death of the Hired Man:
He’s come to help you ditch the meadow.
He has a plan. You mustn’t laugh at him.
He may not speak of it, and then he may.
I’ll sit and see if that small sailing cloud
Will hit or miss the moon.”
It hit the moon.
Then there were three there, making a dim row,
The moon, the little silver cloud, and she.