Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 76 / 136
Provide, Provide
The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
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Robert Frost
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Frost's poem is a reminder that life can be harsh and fate unforgiving.
Beauty passes in a flash -don't bank on it because it is not going to last (verse 1.)
The 'great and the good' are also likely to be afflicted by misfortune (verse 2.)
The fourth verse might have been adopted as a credo by today's crooked financeers.Good luck, President Obama, in sorting them out, because you will need it.
In the next more optimistic verse the key word is 'might.'
Beauty and fame, like all rewards, are transitory, and the last verse brings this home in no uncertain a fashion.
Is Frost in this atypical poem being cynical? I think not!