"The Flood" by Robert Frost
Photo of Robert Frost (1876-1963)
I am a big fan of Robert Frost. Somehow Frost captured a spirit of America that is somehow missing from today. His America abounded with trees and opportunities. Fresh air and roads not taken. Not the cynicism that abounds in our people today.
Thinking of the horror of Katrina, I recalled that Frost once wrote about a flood. Maybe poetry has a place in dealing with all of our pain and frustration.
Blood has been harder to dam back than water.The Flood, by Robert Frost, written in 1928.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.
Another flood. Another time. Much more of the same.