Robert Frost: A Lover's Quarrel with the World Page #5

- raised his hand... shamelessly.

- [Audience Laughs Loudly]

And then I- And a lady

had just asked me to say it.

I said, What in the world

do you Want me to say it for...

when you all know it better than I do?

You know? But I said it.

Just out of lenience.

Well, now Im gonna read to ya.

Now I out walking

the world desert...

and my shoe and my stocking

do me no hurt.

See Ive got to keep that little

rhyming Way all the Way through it.

- [Audience Laughs]

- See hurt, desert.

Stocking, Walking.

Somewhere in there.

[Audience Laughs]

Now I out walking

the world desert...

and my shoe and my stocking

do me no hurt.

I leave behind

good friends in town.

Let them get well-wined

and go lie down.

Don't think I leave

for the outer dark...

Like Adam and Eve

put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.

There is no one I

am put outwith...

or put out by.

Unless Im Wrong

I but obey...

the urge of a song:

Im bound away!

You know that song.

And I may return

if dissatisfied...

with What I learn

from having died.

I didn't know it was going

to be a death poem.

[Audience Laughs]

But you see, What I Want you

to like is a double thing, isn't it?

L like the little tight form

and everything.

Then Im gonna say to you,

not as significant a poem as that.

The last one I wrote.

I sent it right in,

fresh like that Without a title.

I couldn't think

of What to call it, see.

In Winter, in the woods alone...

against the trees I go.

I mark a maple for my own

and lay the maple low.

At four o'clock I shoulder axe

and in the afterglow...

I link a line of shadowy tracks

across the tinted snow.

For winter-

For nature-

For nature I see no defeat

in one tree's overthrow...

or for myself in my retreat

for yet another blow.

That was a threat. I was writing-

I was gonna write another book.

[Audience Laughs]

I didn't think of that when I wrote it,

but I saw that afterwards...

the same as the critics do.

They always see meanings

I didn't see when I wrote the book.

But I put that in.

Shall I say that twice to you?

'Cause I like to have written it?

It feels so fresh to me.

In Winter, in the woods alone...

against the trees I go.

I mark a maple for my own

and lay the maple low.

At four o'clock I- I shoulder axe

and in the afterglow...

I link a line of shadowy tracks

across the tinted snow.

I see for nature no defeat

in one tree's overthrow...

or for myself in my retreat

for yet another blow.

Ive brought with me tonight-

Uh, Mrs. Morrison

has brought with me...

20 or 30 copies of it to give-

She's gonna give you each one

to carry away...

in my handwriting.

I wrote it- wrote it this morning.

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