I would like to say that this is just a random poem I’m posting just for the sake of posting something relevant for a change, but that’s not really the case. However, neither is this something I’m posting because it has some life-altering effect on me or something like that. Am I making sense? No? Don’t worry, I can’t exactly understand myself either. Oh well.
I only know Robert Frost in passing because of literature classes before, but I never really gave him or any of his poems much attention. I’m a morbid kind of girl so naturally, it was Edgar Allan Poe’s work that stuck with me (Cask of Amontillado, anyone?).
However, in my love for reading I came across two literary works I loved that both referenced this particular poem. First was Desire’s story in The Sandman: Endless Nights. The title was What I’ve Tasted of Desire and it was easily my favorite story in that volume, in illustration and prose both. Obviously the title itself gave reference to Robert Frost’s poem, but I never really delved any deeper aside from that surface connection.
The other was the contemporary YA novel Golden by Jessi Kirby. I am practically the polar opposite of the main protagonist Parker Frost, but some of her issues hit me a bit too close to home nonetheless that’s why I got affected by the story in general. The book as a whole heavily referenced Frost’s work, particularly The Road Not Taken. However, there was a part there too that mentioned Fire and Ice.
And between those two, I got interested enough in that particular poem to make a simple graphic and actually write a whole blog post about it.
On a completely unrelated note, I am feeling a bit down these past few days and I guess rambling about stuff unrelated to what’s causing this mild depression is a bit therapeutic. Have I gotten it that bad when I start self-diagnosing my own neuroses?
