Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
Interpretation
What this quote means
A poem's true essence is revealed through its emotional journey, much like ice melting on a hot surface.
Robert Frost's quote suggests that poetry has a transient and delicate nature, akin to a piece of ice placed on a hot stove. As the ice melts, it undergoes a transformation that can be both beautiful and poignant, reflecting the way poetry reveals emotions and thoughts that evolve over time. The poem must exist independently, experiencing its own journey, just as the ice cannot control its melting process; this speaks to the inherent fragility and potential impact of verse.
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Example use cases
This quote could be used in a creative writing workshop to discuss the nature of poetry.
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God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' _x000D_ _x000D_ I don't suppose the water's changed at all. _x000D_ _x000D_ You and I know enough to know it's warm _x000D_ _x000D_ Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. _x000D_ _x000D_ But all the fun's in how you say a thing.
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.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
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