I’ve been reading a lot of Robert Frost lately, courtesy of my friend Max Retter, who picked me up a compilation of Frost’s work awhile back.

While there are a huge populous of people who enjoy Frost’s writing, I worry that there are a certain niche of people who stray away from his style of writing due to depth he puts in his writing, yet nonetheless would enjoy his writing if they adequately understood it. In some of his stories the theme and message is conveyed in an obvious sense, but for a majority of Frost’s longer stories, the message is more difficult to spot.

Conversely, in some of Frost’s writing, such as “The Wood-Pile” there is not so much a theme, but a description of a scene. One passage from the poem states:

I was a cord of maple, cut and split
And piled-and measured, four by four by eight.
And not another like it could I see.

You’ll notice that Frost uses simply words to depict a simple scene. However, within its simplicity there is beauty, something I feel most modern writers cannot appropriately portray.