The best way out is always through. – Robert Frost
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost

The best way out is always through. – Robert Frost
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. – Robert Frost
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. – Robert Frost