Tuesday, December 28, 2010

"Reluctance" by Robert Frost

A good friend sent me the entire poem, hand-writ on legal pad paper.  It's the last stanza that sticks with me, though.

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

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