Thousandth Reccurance

“It’s from regret for something you have passed

And failed to see the good of. Never mind,

Things must expect to come in front of us

A many times—I don’t say just how many—

That varies with the things—before we see them.

One of the lies would make it out that nothing

Ever presents itself before us twice.

Where would we be at last if that were so?

Our very life depends on everything’s

Recurring till we answer from within.

The thousandth time may prove the charm.” — Robert Frost; Frost: Poems selected by John Hollander—Snow, p. 198-199


Michael Kenna


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