|Robert Frost (1874–1963). Miscellaneous Poems to 1920.|
|2. Fire and Ice|
|(From Harper’s Magazine, December 1920.)|
|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,|| |
|I think I know enough of hate|
|To know that for destruction ice|
|Is also great|
|And would suffice.|
I am tired of winter. Right now I'd welcome some fire. The ice has mangled one end of my greenhouse, so I'm behind getting things planted. (I'm not even going to show you pictures, it's too depressing.
However, my "otter children" love this weather. Here they are studying the difference in the friction coefficient of nylon and that of plastic. They have sleds, but those are boring.