Do you ever feel that some part of art is yours? Something you discover on a back bookshelf at Barnes & Noble, or mis-shelved in the library archives? Something that's not "popular", that wasn't assigned for school or work, that you secretly feel is your very own?
For me, that piece of art is Robert Frost's poem, "Fire & Ice." It's not as obscure as some other works I hold dear to my heart (An Old Fashioned Girl? Deerskin? Anyone?), I realize. But it's also not a poem anyone at Hallmark would think the general population was familiar with.
It also has a personal significance to me, as it was one of the first poems I memorized. I had sneaked my dad's collection of Robert Frost poetry (he was less tolerant of sharing then, but even so, don't tell him I still have it), and browsed through and through, losing myself in Frost's words. When I recited the poem for my dad, he was delighted. It was a bonding moment.
So imagine my...well, disgust....when I opened Stephanie Meyer's Eclipse and found she'd introduced the book with my poem. Now everyone's going to know it. The twelve-year old fan club, the teenage romantics, the adults reliving their non-vampire youth. (I liked Twilight, but the sequels get so darn melodramatic and...sappy.) Meyers has previously relied on well-known, cliched literature, blatantly reworking the Romeo-Juliet story as well as Wuthering Heights. Why couldn't she have stuck to cliches????
Now I'm on a quest to find a new favorite poem. But in honor of National Poetry Month, I leave you with "Fire & Ice." At least my dad and I still have the memories....
Fire & Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire.
Some say ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great
and would suffice.