tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post5198215043725902161..comments2023-11-05T04:15:44.564-08:00Comments on Robert Frost's Banjo: “The Squirrel”Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-19723145486308818392009-10-28T07:36:00.082-07:002009-10-28T07:36:00.082-07:00Hi Don Michael: Glad you enjoyed this. I do like ...Hi Don Michael: Glad you enjoyed this. I do like Hardy's poetry very well.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-25450210702016374942009-10-28T02:15:55.143-07:002009-10-28T02:15:55.143-07:00Wonderful poem. At the end the squirrel's will...Wonderful poem. At the end the squirrel's will to escape (to live) seems to symbolize human nature when it feels trapped into the everyday vanity.<br />I don't know if you like Thomas Hardy Poetry. I find it brilliant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-87421314260845119282009-10-27T21:09:02.283-07:002009-10-27T21:09:02.283-07:00Hi Rene & Sandra:
Rene: Looking for a way out...Hi Rene & Sandra:<br /><br />Rene: Looking for a way out at least! Thanks for stopping by.<br /><br />Sandra: Yes-- for my money this is a "wow" poem.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-12923327804960448122009-10-27T17:37:51.597-07:002009-10-27T17:37:51.597-07:00Earlier today, I popped in here for a moment, read...Earlier today, I popped in here for a moment, read The Squirrel, started to comment -- and had to rush off. All afternoon, my mind kept coming back to the voice between the walls and the beams, the strange craftiness -- Wow. This is a good poem.Sandra Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12052047359365369942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-631752320105963042009-10-27T16:27:10.836-07:002009-10-27T16:27:10.836-07:00is everyone looking for a way out in this poem?
a...is everyone looking for a way out in this poem?<br /><br />and too weak or complacent to find it?<br /><br />Peace~ReneAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-34077433695536729332009-10-27T15:59:41.323-07:002009-10-27T15:59:41.323-07:00Hi Mairi & TFE & Karen & Kat:
Thanks ...Hi Mairi & TFE & Karen & Kat:<br /><br />Thanks to you all for your enthusiasm about this poem. I've liked this particular poem for many years myself.<br /><br />As far as the identity of B.N. goes, I can tell you that B.N. is a woman & that she was a fellow grad student at UVA with me in the mid 80s. The poems I'll be posting at least for the foreseeable future are older work, some (like this one) dating back to the mid 80s. B.N. still writes, & still writes very well. For complicated but very legitimate & even in a sense "serious" reasons, she doesn't want her named used. I can tell you that she is not a well-known writer (tho in my opinion she should be).<br /><br />Thanks again for your enthusiasm!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-59882963676746014002009-10-27T14:20:18.072-07:002009-10-27T14:20:18.072-07:00This poem is absolutely wonderful that takes one s...This poem is absolutely wonderful that takes one small event and extrapolates to a relationship and life itself. I think that is what makes good poetry, or at least it's the poetry that appeals to me on the deepest level. Whoever your poet may be, I celebrate him or her.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-4035291108246019742009-10-27T12:57:39.426-07:002009-10-27T12:57:39.426-07:00"This way
we suggest passions"
That'..."This way<br />we suggest passions"<br />That's very sad, isn't it? There's a real sense of futility to this poem for me. I suppose that's the whole point, isn't it?<br /><br />Oh, and the "yellow center" - the coward at heart.<br /><br />The more I read it, the better I like it.Kat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-43974989686165395792009-10-27T12:50:34.800-07:002009-10-27T12:50:34.800-07:00I like this poem, John.I wonder who BN is?
This w...I like this poem, John.I wonder who BN is?<br /><br />This was my favourite bit<br /><br />'He moves<br />on weak hind legs like a voice<br />between the walls<br />and the beams. I find his<br />hairs caught by the places<br />he thought: escape.'<br /><br />Brilliant.Thanks for posting this John,I'll check back to see who the mystery person is?As an afterthough I wonder could people tell if it was a man or a woman that wrote it? At first I thought man,then woman,now I couldn't say!Totalfeckineejithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352708391465031655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-86410421666289651832009-10-27T12:23:59.664-07:002009-10-27T12:23:59.664-07:00What a deeply 'disturbing' poem. It distur...What a deeply 'disturbing' poem. It disturbs the way a stone dropped into water disturbs the calm surface. Once you get past the initial deeply bothersome idea of an animal trapped in the attic and stop wondering whether they left it water, or opened the windows or all manner of other things and just accepted the fact of it and went on it was botersome on any number of other levels, as all things that make you think necessarily are. The idea of going through the motions in life - suggesting passions on whatever level, the way the mirror imitates companionship - and then the solution, and whether it would be possible to live that way without actually spending a life as squirrel. This is beautifully evocative. Suggesting without ever saying - "like small gusts of wind slamming doors."Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11908332538776254864noreply@blogger.com