While reading this poem yesterday, Robert Frost’s stated favorite, I found some counsel for these troubled times. Comparing a distant star to Keats’ comforting Eremite that retreats afar to last forever, Frost suggests that “It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.”
Richard Keith Oehlschlager, M.D., Boise
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