It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly head–all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.
The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretense
I was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.
That is VERY very interesting, Sunil. I would like to find that out too. I think it does though, or in any way that human expression would, like music, art, individuality.That would be very interesting to find out.
Well, first I’d like to say that I’m from India, a poet by inclination and a journalist by trade for the time being. I believe Robert Frost certainly had a metaphysical edge to his poetry. I am unaware of the history of Robert Frost but I have heard his recitation in JFK’S inaugural address. What I’d like to say is that all poets senses are slightly skewed. This of course is my personal perception. Why a poet creates is a question that we should ask? What is it that makes a poet a poet? Well I don’t know if people in the United States identify with this, but what I believe is that our great president, seer,visionary and poet is also a scientist? So, is there a connection between poetry and science.? If so, we should also identify the neural pathways which lead to this. I believe America is in the forefront of this particular initiative. I would certainly want the fountainhead of Western civilisation to actually research on why any poet was creative and whether poetry actually has practical value.
I have two things to comment on. First of all, there are two mistakes. First Stanza: “i was just as the light was beginning to fail” should be, “It was just as the light was beginning to fail”, and a mistake in Stanza Three: “I was something among the leaves I sought” should be, “It was something among the leaves I sought”
The second thing I would like to comment on is that i believe that this poem has a deeper meaning, like with a number of other poems, that is hidden between the lines. It is powerful in terms of language usage and the feeling of how Robert Frost captured what he was thinking!