The Gift Outright Robert Frost The land was ours before we were the land’s. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials, Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more …
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About Ashok
I am a graduate student in political science at the University of Dallas who thinks the media is dumb for the most part, yet am immersed myself. I am looking to break my addiction, and this blog is part of the solution: Why not try to see what the past can tell us about the present, as opposed to seeing what the present has to say about the present only?
Currently residing in Cherry Hill, NJ. Facebook. Contact me.
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OK, I’m sold. What should I read here?
- Analysis of The Gettysburg Address: Is Democracy Feasible?
- Analysis of Lincoln’s “Second Inaugural:” Where do American virtues lie?
- Commentary on the Book of Jonah
- On “Batman Begins”
- From Love to God: On Hopkins’ “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”
- On Emily Dickinson’s “These are the days when birds come back…”
- The Coming Age: Macbeth and the Birth of the Modern World
- On Polemarchus: Commentary on the Republic of Plato, 331d-336a
- A Reading of Plato’s “Crito”
- Towards a Nietzschean Understanding of Politics: Notes on “The Case of Wagner”
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Recent Comments
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- Melinda on The Value of an Education, Perhaps
Notes On Frost’s “Hyla Brook”
Hyla Brook Robert Frost By June our brook’s run out of song and speed. Sought for much after that, it will be found Either to have gone groping underground (And taken with it all the Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)— Or …