STOPPING BY THE WOODS – Part 6

The third poem I want to read to you now is called “After Apple-Picking.” Its literal meaning pretty well speaks for itself. But like “For Once Then Something” there is a metaphoric meaning, also. “After Apple-Picking” takes up the workings of the imagination. Frost’s old Harvard professor, George Santayana, once defined the artist as “a [...]

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STOPPING BY THE WOODS – Part 5

(The stage is pretty much as it was before. The lights come up slowly to reveal John sitting at the table, with a book in hand. The easel to the far right has a placard that now says “Swinging on Birches.” To the left, a second easel has a blowup photo of Frost as an [...]

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STOPPING BY THE WOODS – PART 4

FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING
 

Robert Frost died on January 23rd, 1963. The poet Robert Francis wrote of him:
 
His head carved out of granite,
His hair a wayward drift of snow
He worshiped the great God of Flow
By holding on and letting go.
 
 
That Fall at Franconia Farm, my wife and I had walked around back of the house [...]

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STOPPING BY THE WOODS – Part 3

Robert Frost said, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life:

‘It goes on.’

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