Poem of the day.

Robert Frost. American. Classical rhyming.

And although this dates from the same year as Eliot yesterday, somewhat old fashioned, accessible.

And now a cliche.

The poem is better than the cliche.

Fire and Ice

SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice, 5
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

(From Harper’s Magazine, December 1920.)