reading robert frost

Into My Own
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day         5
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track         10
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

perception of the natural world and exposure to other circles and other perspectives allow for him to ground his belief, and as this boy leaves home, he becomes more certain of himself and his convictions. what he knows to be true will only be more true to him. it is not a matter of a change in personality, one merely becomes more aware and more particular. you grow into yourself.

sabrina (1954): hepburn’s character, upon returning from a sojourn in paris, charmingly defines her refinement,

“I have learned how to live: how to be in the world and of the world.”

in short, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

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