very timely poem for the events happening today..or actually anytime in human history..the earth's life forms have been destroyed ice water meteors volcanoes you name and it's happened..very chilling as always Robert Frost is my favorite..
And we have sufficient ones to make it happen
In deep sea submarines or silos of the earth
Waiting for the next big war to earnestly begin
And all the nukes will flower in the valley of death.........
We human beings are the most stupid of all species that inherit this planet. We have so many advanced technologies for war and too little to enhance peace and happiness. I dream of world sans borders and where every man treats the other as his brother/sister and live as children play in gardens. It is possible if we work towards it........
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The world will end in fire or ice is immaterial..Poet insisted about hatred.(Hat- red) that is the fire of inferno that will melt the ice (peace of the world..so it is science that talked about supernova or dwarf star as the fate of our sun..but our fate for destruction is hatred the curse of humanity...beautiful thought..I always salute him..thank u PH
i am just of 14 now and quite inexperienced and have just stepped into the vast ocean of poetry.I would like to request you to comment on my poems to let me know the real depth of that ocean of poetry.Thank you, may the dusk in your life be lit by fireflies and you get the similar light as that you get in dawn...
While there is much merit in Wahab Abdul's analysis, I think there is also an elliptically autobiographical element here. 'From what I've tasted of desire...' He is obliquely saying that these forces have wreaked destruction in his own life.
The concise, laconic, perfect and perfectly savage Fire and Ice, the antithesis of the long-winded New Hampshire, belongs with the apocalyptic Once by the Pacific. The alternatives in the title represent passion and hatred, two ways of destroying the world. The poem was inspired by a passage in Canto 32 of Dante's Inferno, in which the betrayers of their own kind are plunged, while in a fiery hell, up to their necks in ice: a lake so bound with ice, / It did not took like water, but like a glass... right clear / I saw, where sinners are preserved in ice. The last, understated word in Frost's poem, suffice, clinches the meaning (like difference in The Road Not Taken) by rhyming with the two lines that end in ice and enclosing that thematic word within itself
I'd say that the fire of desire he's talking about is the desire for things or people we can never have...The burn of jealousy, the green eyed monster that covets everything. It is the greedy possesivness that leads to some destroying what they love rather than letting it go to another.
Ice is the cold hate that freezes hearts solid, pushing anything but it's ice out and locking everything into a hopeless, vicious cycle.
Either one, if let to run unchecked, can and will destroy worlds.