New Enlarged Pocket Anthology of Robert Frost’s Poems: With
an Introduction and Commentary by Louis Untermeyer. Pocket Books: 1971 (29th
printing):
My first introduction to Robert Frost came in high school,
specifically “The Road Not Taken” and “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
These are his two most famous poems and probably most people have some
familiarity with them. I like them and both spoke to me. I wouldn’t say they inspired me or influenced
my own poetry, which developed much later. In high school I was still convinced
that I didn’t like poetry. I came to understand later that I didn’t like poetry
with facile rhymes or that simply pointed out an observation, thought or
feeling that I already knew well from my own experience. It wasn’t until I
discovered Dylan Thomas in college that I began to see the possibility for
poetry to transcend and expand personal experiences.
Because Frost’s poetry spoke of what I would describe as
mundane reality, I just never pursued his work further. I don’t mean mundane in
a negative sense here. I mean it essentially as “objective” reality. But that’s
not what I want to experience in the literary works that I read. I live mundane
reality. I want the poetry I read to twist that reality and surprise me.
Knowing of Frost’s influence on the field of poetry, however, I did pick up
this collection of his poems. I decided I needed to read them. Here are my
thoughts.
First, I can certainly agree with the critics that Frost was
a superbly talented poet and a keen observer of the world. His poems are
typically quite simple in construction, with straightforward rhyming patterns. When
they impact me, they tend to evoke quiet and contemplative moods. And now I’ll
say, and hope that I won’t be misunderstood, that quiet and contemplative is
not what I want from my poetry. I want disturbing. I want rawness. I want the
surreal. Frost does not give me these experiences and for that reason he’ll
never be as important to me as someone like Dylan Thomas.
I really hope people do not take this as some kind of “dislike”
of Frost, or that I’m saying he’s not a poet worthy of study and consideration.
I don’t mean it that way. I’m talking about my own very personal and visceral
(or lack of that) reaction to his work. Perhaps the best way I can say it is
this: I have a bookshelf where I keep copies of works that inspire my own
writing, or that have in some way shaped my philosophy on life. Dylan Thomas’s
poetry is on that shelf. Some of Ray Bradbury’s is on that shelf. Robert Frost
will not be on that shelf, though he may well be on “your” inspirational shelf.
And if that is the case then I salute
you.
Moving from my general response to Frost’s work to this
specific collection, I’m not sure I’d recommend it. The poems are well
presented, of course, and I generally liked the overall organization of the
book. However, I just did not care for, or find useful, the commentary by Louis
Untermeyer. Untermeyer was a well respected poet and critic, but I found his
comments about Frost’s poetry to be long on hyperbole and low on information. Here’s
an example, from page 168.
“The poems of Robert Frost have a way of uniting opposites.
They are casual in tone but profound in effect, teasing and intense, playful
yet deeply penetrating. Even when they
seem to be about a particular place, they suggest ideas unlimited by space.”
This is a good example, to me, of saying nothing while
seeming to say much. I would much rather have had information about when and
where the poetry was written, and information about any historical connections
that the poem may have had. I bought this collection, in part, because I felt I
needed some commentary to help me experience Frost. I think now that this was a
mistake and I should have come to the poems without any filter. To those of you
who are interested in writing poetry and want to study Frost for that reason, I’d
suggest a collection with no commentary. For those of you who are making a more
literary study of Frost, this collection might be useful but I don’t think it
would be a good starting point. Something that places Frost’s work better into
the context of his times would likely prove more useful.
12 comments:
What I liked most here was the insight into Charles G!
You want to go elsewhere with your work and that's all right.
Cloudia, thankee
Alex, glad you get it! :)
Charles old chap, reading Frost! He sits in his study at night contemplating the if coulds or what mights.
Frost was an interesting character in his own right I suppose, way to much of a stickler for form over function for my taste. For reality I turn to his nemesis Carl Sandburg (especially the Chicago poems) but then blame my grannie, she read both to me without much by way of poetic intent.
I did read a different sort of understanding of The Road Not Taken, interpreted in a series of letters between Frost and the poet Edward Thomas that put a whole different spin on Frost's intent for the work. A subtle jibe at Thomas' indecision on the way they should walk--Thomas it seems was far more enamored of the poem as a great piece of literature than Frost was.
A quick read about the letters is >>>> https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/road-not-taken-poem-everyone-loves-and-everyone-gets-wrong
Mark, cool, thanks for the heads up on that additional info.
Charles, I enjoyed poetry in school, especially Milton, Whitman, Donne, and Wordsworth. I also read Keats, Frost, Hardy and others. I have recently rediscovered the joys of reading good poetry, which will soon include Frost.
Nice post on Frost, Charles, explaining your likes or dislikes of his poetry.
Would completely agree across the board, Charles. Excellent post.
Prashant, I read about a dozen poetry collections a year. I usually have one going. I very much enjoy it.
Oscar, thankee, man
David, cool. Thanks, man
Great thoughts and a very valuable post indeed. Greetings!
Nice post, I have long been a fan of Robert Frost, because of my, long ago, Nebraska roots I have also read much of Carl Sandburg. In college, my minor was American Literature and I remember struggling through the process of trying to create poetry. At that age, I was a,
"I can read this stuff but will never be able to write it, guy." Seems as I get older I appreciate poetry and the beauty of words more and more.
thanks for the heads up on that additional info.
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