Robert Frost: a mediocre poet.
Robert Frost: a mediocre poet.
That’s the truth, plain, simple and plain.
And I know I just said plain twice,
But repeating things for spooky effect is an affliction,
Suffered by almost all living boomer-generation American writers,
Who’ve read “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
And while we’re on the subject:
Look, I think Robert Frost is an okay poet–
Nice, but just okay–not great and certainly not
Poet Laureate of the United States of America caliber.
That poem “Stopping …” is nowhere near great,
Despite millions of scholarly words
Written about it by college English professors.
To me, it’s just an okay riff,
Written by an okay mellow guy,
Who is just out in his okay, ordinary buggy,
Smoking an okay ordinary joint,
Just going for an okay trip around the block.
And as far as that queer horse goes . . .
Well, I’m not going there.