Today I thought I would post a poem Robert Frost I copied out when I visited my family in New York. I share this with a tip of the cap to Russell Boyle, who says Frost is his favorite poet. He has indicated in the comments of this post that this is an excerpt from Frost’s poem “The Black Cottage”, the link to which can be found here: http://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/the-black-cottage-by-robert-frost/
… why abandon a belief
merely because it ceases to be true
cling to it long enough, and not a doubt
it will turn again, for so it goes.
Most of the change we think we see in life
is due to truths being in and out of favor.
As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish
I could be monarch of a desert land
I could devote and dedicate forever
To the truths we keep coming
back and back to.