There lies a difference between the moment catching hold of one, enveloping one, and being inseparable from one, and viewing it at a distance, just slightly removed, out of time with the life around one, a viewer of scene, but not apart thereof. That may be the difference between Holden and Frost, and all the difference it made.
The dying and rising god is normally a chap so its an interesting turn of events. I cannot quite connected with the business at the beginning about the people who insist There has been 6 feet of snow when it’s just one. Perhaps he is saying everyone has their idiosyncrasies.
There lies a difference between the moment catching hold of one, enveloping one, and being inseparable from one, and viewing it at a distance, just slightly removed, out of time with the life around one, a viewer of scene, but not apart thereof. That may be the difference between Holden and Frost, and all the difference it made.
The dying and rising god is normally a chap so its an interesting turn of events. I cannot quite connected with the business at the beginning about the people who insist There has been 6 feet of snow when it’s just one. Perhaps he is saying everyone has their idiosyncrasies.
Interesting poem personifying nature as a woman returning to life from death.