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Reviewing Theatre For Over 40 Years

Where is she now? She’s communing with Robert Frost!

Every once in a while it is good to get back to the craft itself. This week I am in New Hampshire, taking part in the writing workshop put on by The Frost Place – the current euphemism for the home where Robert Frost created many of his best-known works. Still, I long for California and the different wildness it presents, even as I am enthralled by the green sweeps of forest which make this place so memorable. So, while I’m gone, I thought I’d leave you with a poem by Frost which is actually about the Left Coast – a far more fearsome prospect than a path in the woods which might lead one anywhere:

Once by the Pacific
by Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din. 

Great waves looked over others coming in, 

And thought of doing something to the shore 

That water never did to land before. 

The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, 

Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. 

You could not tell, and yet it looked as if 

The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, 

The cliff in being backed by continent; 

It looked as if a night of dark intent 

Was coming, and not only a night, an age. 

Someone had better be prepared for rage. 

There would be more than ocean-water broken 

Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.

See you at the end of the week!

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