Getting Frosted ?

[Foolardi]

" A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity
to the point of doubtful sanity " { New Republic , Oct.25,1958 }
" I hold it to be in the inalienable right of anybody to go to
hell in his own way. " { address, Berkeley,Calif. }
" I never dared to be radical when young
For fear it would make me conservative when old. "
" The Lesson for Today { 1942 }
I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
Do ... " good fences make good neighbors "

" Not All There " { 1936 }
Robert Frost { American Poet } 1874-1963

 

[The Duke]

Out, out, brief candle.

 

[Foolardi]

Out, out, brief candle.

Sorry Charlie.That tain't was nee'r Elton John and some
version of - Candle in the Wind -.

 

[The Duke]

Sorry Charlie.That tain't was nee'r Elton John and some
version of - Candle in the Wind -.

Oh, it's worse than that, and very dark.

"
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—
He saw all spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs."

‘Out, Out—’ by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

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