Reluctance

Sometimes (most days) I am reluctant:

to refrain from giving my opinion

to brush my hair

to stay up past 10pm

to shop

to tolerate ambiguity

to say yes

to trust my desires

to end anything

to post

to rest

Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world, and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,

Save those that the oak is keeping

To ravel them one by one

And let them go scraping and creeping

Out over the crusted snow,

When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,

No longer blown hither and thither;

The last lone aster is gone;

The flowers of the witch hazel wither;

The heart is still aching to seek,

But the feet question “Whither?”

Ah, when to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

Of a love or a season?

Robert Frost

Feeling reluctance here, at The Special K Treatment….

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4 thoughts on “Reluctance

  1. You are usually such a prolific poster that perhaps your reluctance is part of a natural shift towards doing other things. I am also reluctant and as time has gone on, I have gotten more so. Sometimes I fight it but I pick my battles.

    That poem is splendid. Thank you!

  2. I too am reluctant about so many things…especially staying up past 10 pm (or even 9!) and brushing my hair poses it’s own challenges.

    Robert Frost is brilliant. Thank you for sharing! And Happy Thanksgiving!

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