A worthy figure of The General, Robert Frost, has composed poems poignantly chronicling the human cycle of desire, disappointment, and return to belabored reality. Today is Valentine’s Day, a type of New Years for lovers where we scrape back for that sense of freshness and richness that fleets so easily. I think it appropriate to bring up Frost’s sobering view of love in his poem “Bond and Free.” It also elicits several emotions I have been experiencing as a male newlywed. As in this poem, our souls are chronically wrought between desire for transcendence and desire to amalgamate seamlessly into our world and relationships. Relish the poet’s language on V-Day 2013 [I apologize, WordPress editing will not allow me to indicate stanza breaks]:
“Bond and Free”
Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about–
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be.
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight,
With smell of burning on every plume ,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are.
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star.