Two poems by Robert frost

I won;t be posting for a while, so here is some more poetry for poetry month: People ask why I pick out gloomy poems--for some reason I like them, they stick in my mind, and I don't want to post something everyone knows like "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening." I'm broadening your horizons, all three of you! Hi there Matt, Akaky, and Rachel!

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Provide, Provide

The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag
Was once the beauty Abishag,

The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.

Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.

Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.

Some have relied on what they knew,
Others on simply being true.
What worked for them might work for you.

No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard
Or keeps the end from being hard.

Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!

I've enjoyed poetry month very much--looked through my poetry books and read over some old favorites.