Not only sands and gravels
Were once more on their travels,
But gulping muddy gallons
Great boulders off their balance
Bumped heads together dully
And started down the gully.
Whole capes caked off in slices.
I felt my standpoint shaken
In the universal crisis.
But with one step backward taken
I saved myself from going.
A world torn loose went by me.
Then the rain stopped and the blowing,
And the sun came out to dry me.
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This poem is of course not prophetic in any way regarding the Presidency of GW (43) Bush and its generally backward environmental attitude. The economy also is somewhat backward leaning in featuring the fossil fuels that Mr. Frost was familiar with instead of newer forms of energy and transport that could be produced entirely in the United States of America.
Of course the recent tsunami is something more similar to the poem. If the beachfront dwellers had all lived back away from the beach a mile or so and shared it with the wildlife, many of the lost people would be alive today perhaps.
Mr. Frost's excellant poem about nature and the slide of parts of the coastal continental plate plopping into the Atlantic like an alka selzer does say something about the world on which people live for a time epiphenomenalized in what may or may not be space-time.
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