"secretary to mountains"

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hi!

this is a poem from Ngodup Paljor (1947-1988.) "His poems were written

while drinking tea near noisy streams."

(from "What Book?" Gary Gach, editor)

 

"Robert Frost and I

Have one thing in common

He loves woods

And so do I

But, there seems to be

A big difference

In the way we set forth

In life's journey

He is a goer,

And I am a sitter

He has miles and miles to go

Before he sleeps

Whilte I have years and years to sit

To reach the same destination"

 

as a robert frost fan, myself, i'll just note that i've always seen

robert frost asserting all of his going and choosing in order to negate

it. his "i took the road less traveled by , and that has made all the

difference" is, IMHO, an example of an ironic assertion.

 

miles to go? go where? :-)

Robert Frost knew this! to surrender, or to melt into what is and to

likewise find and express the beauty there resonates with this heart. .

..

"One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." -- robert frost

 

i think frost would concur with another of Paljor's

poems:

 

"exhausted by jogging

I stopped near a creek

and took a flowing lesson

from the water

and a sitting lesson

from the

rock."

 

no time for a walk, no time for school--

but lotsa rocks. . .here now. . .

happy sunday, y'all!

 

love and blessings,

gen

 

 

 

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>bshanti

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>as a robert frost fan, myself, i'll just note that i've always seen

>robert frost asserting all of his going and choosing in order to negate

>it. his "i took the road less traveled by , and that has made all the

>difference" is, IMHO, an example of an ironic assertion.

>

>miles to go? go where? :-)

>Robert Frost knew this! to surrender, or to melt into what is and to

>likewise find and express the beauty there resonates with this heart. .

 

Oh, gen..you would see this about him. Here's some favorite lines from

"Directive" about walking thru the ruins of an abandoned village. Loved your

daffodill images in writes of spring.

 

The height of the adventure is the height

Of country where two village cultures faded

Into each other. Both of then are lost.

And if you're losy enough to find yourself

By now, pull in your ladder road behind you

And put a sign up CLOSED to all but me.

Then make yourself at home.

 

and later to end the poem:

 

I have kept hidden in the instep arch

Of an old cedar at the waterside

A broken drinking goblet like the Grail

Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it,

So can't get saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn't.

(I stole the goblet from the children's playhouse.)

Here are your waters and your watering place.

Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.