Aunt Julie sent us this article this morning:
I don't know how I feel about it. I think the group should have been really punished for what they did -made to pay money, all that jazz. I find studying Frost a privilege and an enjoyment, and they're dishing him up as punishment. For those kids, maybe this punishment is worse than forking over cold hard cash. Little impudent imps.
This article shed some light on my feelings. Steve told me to challenge him with a poem, and I have yet to do it. And so here it is. Let's delve into the Road Less Traveled. I really want to take a second look at it. He says the woods are yellow, and I think he means something by that. I want to rip this poem apart and wring a new meaning out of it so I don't spend the rest of my life with a perpetual eye roll.
I hope you find it extremely diverting.
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So you're throwing a fork in the path of poetry? Let me fetch my compass, and a highlighter.
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