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Poem written for and submitted to "Deathbed Poetry Contest," Daniel Henry Rodgers, sponsor, October 9, 2025.

DEATHBED POETRY CONTEST--ROBERT FROST

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His language was colloquial~ the tongue of the field hand, the woman hanging laundry in the wind, the child chasing butterflies in the tall summer grass. He heard their music, the unpolished truth in the rhythm of their days, and created poems of roads less traveled, of snow and shadow. He spoke softly like the wind blowing through New England’s sugar maples, the rustling of leaves that told of sap and seasons, of roots gripping the stubborn earth. He wrote of that patch of old snow stubborn, denying spring, a metaphor worn smooth yet still holding the chill of a deeper understanding. He knew this place, the bite of wind, the quiet conversation of the earth, spoken in monotone. His blank verse wasn't blank at all, but an empty canvas stretched taut, ready for the brushstrokes of a farmer's hand, a lover's lament, a child's bewilderment. His poetic technique not just of form but of feeling~ the heart beating its own iambic pulse in quiet New England afternoons. He wrote with humble gratuity not seeking grand pronouncements, but the whisper of a leaf, the argument a woodpile makes with winter. Life, Frost seemed to say, was not a theorem to be proven, but a landscape in which to live, each image he created a doorway, left slightly ajar. Note:Robert Frost's last words are reported to have been, "I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." This quote, often paraphrased, reflects the themes of choice and individuality that permeate his poetry. However, it's worth noting that these words are attributed to his legacy rather than being an exact recounting of his final utterance, as he passed away on January 29, 1963. (duckai.com)
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Grubb Avatar
October 19, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Sara, I love how you’ve tuned into Frost’s tonal palette: the wind, the woodpile, the stubborn snow. It makes me wonder: what would Frost say about our current landscapes, literal or emotional? Your final stanza opens that door just enough to let the question in. Great write and strong contest entry...a FAV.
Delaney Avatar
October 12, 2025 at 3:58 AM
You really captured the essence of Frost's inspiration in this wonderful elegy. Another FAV for me. SuZ
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 14, 2025 at 9:15 AM
thanks for visiting, SuZ and for the fav...humbly grateful
George Avatar
October 11, 2025 at 10:38 PM
What a wonderful tribute to Frost, one of my favorite New England poets. Some of his lines are found being framed in many offices and work places. His poems had the smell of raw earth and trees and of the sweat of farmers living in close proximity with nature.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 14, 2025 at 9:15 AM
thanks for your kind words, Valsa. Glad we both share an affinity for Frost and his poems. hugs, Sara
Kendrick Avatar
October 10, 2025 at 1:56 AM
You've done a very good job of writing about Frost in a poetic form. I have always enjoyed reading his work. He had an interesting life, and his humor made me laugh, and some of his works had some deep sorrow. Sara K
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 10, 2025 at 6:21 PM
I agree with you about Frost....he had the capacity to capture joy, sorrow, and humor....a true inspiration for me....hugs & blessings, Sara
Crandall Avatar
October 9, 2025 at 10:40 PM
A poetic tribute to a poet. I've read some Robert Frost, and it's interesting to hear about him.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 10, 2025 at 6:20 PM
thanks for visiting, David. Frost is probably my most favorite poet.
Gauthier Avatar
October 9, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Lovely tribute, Sara ~
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 10, 2025 at 6:20 PM
thank you!
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