Harrison loves my country too,
But wants it all made over new.
He’s Freudian Viennese by night.
By day he’s Marxian Muscovite.
It isn’t because he’s Russian Jew.
He’s Puritan Yankee through and through.
He dotes on Saturday pork and beans.
But his mind is hardly out of his teens:
With him the love of country means
Blowing it all to smithereens
And having it all made over new.
- - 1947
Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 18, 2015 10:26 PMvisited that grave this summer. it's down the block from a monument to one of my ancestors. beautiful area if you ever get the chance.
Posted by: dan at September 18, 2013 1:57 PMA memory: I stood in line to be able to shake the hand of Robert Frost after an evening with him at the English department of Dartmouth College. 1960 I think it was. Regrettably, for the sake of good order, I've had to wash my right hand since then.
Posted by: Everyman at September 18, 2013 3:37 PMBeing too late for Mr. Frost,
would that I could shake the hand
of Mr. Vanderleun.
Oh, done and done, a number of times. Supped and tipped a glass or two together, too. Not Frost, but not bad.
Posted by: Everyman at September 19, 2013 11:13 AMWhy your website is one of my favorites still. :)
Posted by: Arlene at September 19, 2013 5:27 PMI am not a great friend
Of any who would drench my land
With blood.
Bravo Robert Frost, except:
Adulterers and adulteresses! Do you not know that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Whoever therefore wants to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.
James 4:4
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