Hello, and welcome to part deux of our poetry series. My name is Josh, and I will be your host this…morning?

Why am I awake! It’s about 4:35 a.m. where I am at! I should be sleeping! I don’t know what happened. I was so flipping tired at like 1 a.m. and now I’m so not. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a long day…

Anyway, as you may have guessed, the title of this weeks poem is “Reluctance”. It was penned by Robert Frost and is one of his lesser known works – however, if you ask me, it is hands down one of his best.

It’s about a man’s “reluctance” to accept the way life has turned out. The metaphors are so beautiful and perfect and so eloquently conveyed that it’s sick. I think everyone can relate to it too, as we have all been in that point where we don’t want to let go or believe something is over.

Read the words slowly and aloud and really try and feel this one. It’s truly a beautiful piece of verse.

Reluctance
by Robert Frost

OUT through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

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Josh