The Master Speed Poem by Robert Frost

The Master Speed

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No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still-
Off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kathleen Walsh-White 20 July 2020

This poem is one of my favorites; never get tired of thinking about it, or reading it again. Today, I send it to family members regarding how a treasure-trove of photos from years ago should next be managed. Time for me to pass them on. Thank You

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Gennycat 13 March 2019

This poem was especially. Moving as my dad read thus poem at my wedding so long ago and now it will be read at his memorial in honor of the great love he and his surviving wife shared together! Thank you poem hunter for helping me commemorate their love with this deeply moving poem!

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Big dick 21 February 2018

Awesome poem

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Regan Boyd 03 February 2014

Frost penned this poem for his daughter's wedding, describing how love empowers entwined partners to resist time and change and age, to remain effervescent and raise both to a plain higher than they could ever achieve alone. In this poem speed doubles with both its modern meaning of quickness and its ancient meaning of hope. It speaks of love's power and stillness, its unwavering ability to propel and inspire.

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* Sunprincess * 18 November 2013

ok I read this several times, but the meaning is lost in space, can someone explain this poem please? ? ?

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Mailtrain 07 January 2021

In your mind you can go back to wherever and whenever you like or want, and stand still -- to remember, maybe even forget, or to learn how to search for that other 'oar' or that other 'wing' to 'make the pieces fit.'

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