Provide, Provide Poem by Robert Frost

Provide, Provide

Rating: 3.3

The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag
Was once the beauty Abishag,

The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.

Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.

Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.

Some have relied on what they knew,
Others on being simply true.
What worked for them might work for you.

No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard
Or keeps the end from being hard.

Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!

Richard 10 August 2018

Frost used to appear regularly for readings at Boston College. At the end of this one, he would look up and say, And I always like to add, '...or somebody else will provide for ya! '

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robert 30 January 2020

he looked henry wallace in the face and said that

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* Sunprincess * 04 October 2015

...........wonderful poem....the last line is brilliant ★

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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

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