I’ll be honest, poetry is not my thing; I prefer short stories. Some of my favorite short stories contain lots of New England imagery, so I tried to find a poem that captured some of that.
I chose Robert Frost’s “Moon Compasses” for a number of reasons.
First, he was a Vermonter, and I lived in Vermont for my undergraduate years and fell in love with the state. Second, not only was Frost a Vermonter, but he was a friend of my alma mater, Marlboro College, and was involved in the earliest stages of the colleges existence. The library at Marlboro still has some of his original manuscripts.
Most importantly, I just really like this poem. Frost is fantastic at conveying images of nature, and when I read this piece it takes me back to Vermont where I spent so many nights staring at the sky, the
moon, and the mountains (I was an astrophysics major).
Moon Compasses Robert Frost
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between two downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers,
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face…
I particularly like the twist at the end of the poem that makes it all
the more beautiful as it reveals itself as a love poem.
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