He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Poem of the week
This week, something from Robert Frost.
Monday 14 May 2007 17.01 BST
'Something there is that doesn't love a wall ... '
Good afternoon, poetry fans. Let me begin by apologising for the tardiness of today's blog - it's been ridiculously busy here since I got in this morning. Another weekend would be very welcome at this point ...
It was with not a little relief, therefore, that I finally turned to today's poem, Mending Wall by Robert Frost, nominated by joedoone, who says of Frost, "he has always been one of my favourite poets, ever since I came across Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening at school. I love the way he writes about the physical world, making it seem both fresh and timeless, and Mending Wall is one of his best."
I'm inclined to agree. I've always found Frost's poetry soothing; his spare, clean New England landscapes join with the lilt of his lines and encourage the reader to slow down, listen and reflect. In this poem, Frost uses the image of the boundary wall - forever disintegrating, forever being rebuilt - to explore the paradox created by our desire to protect ourselves and our simultaneous longing for connection. The image is such a simple one that in the hands of a less skilled poet it would almost certainly have drifted into banality; Frost, however, sustains it effortlessly, turning its simplicity into a virtue. Here it is, in full.