Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LOVELY SHALL BE CHOOSERS, by ROBERT FROST


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First Line: The voice said, hunt her down
Last Line: “trust us,” the voices said
Subject(s): Man-woman Relationships; Male-female Relations


The Voice said, "Hurl her down!'
The Voices, 'How far down?'
Seven levels of the world/
*How much time have we?'
Take twenty years.
She would refuse love safe with wealth and honor!
The lovely shall be choosers, shall they?
Then let them choose!'
Then we shall let her choose?'
Yes, let her choose.
Take up the task beyond her choosing/
Invisible hands crowded on her shoulder
In readiness to weigh upon her.
But she stood straight still,
In broad round ear-rings, gold and jet with pearls
And broad round suchlike brooch,
Her cheeks high colored.
Proud and the pride of friends.
The Voice asked, 'You can let her choose?'
*Yes, we can let her and still triumph/
Do it by joys, and leave her always blameless.
Be her first joy her wedding,
That though a wedding,
Is yet-well something they know, lie and she.
And after that her next joy
That though she grieves, her gnef is secret.
Those friends know nothing of her grief to make it shameful.
Her third joy that though now they cannot help but know,
They move in pleasure too far off
To think much or much care.
Give her a child at either knee for fourth joy
To tell once and once only, for them never to forget.
How once she walked in brightness,
And make them see it m the winter firelight.
But give her friends for then she dare not tell
For their foregone incredulousness.
And be her next joy this:
Her never having deigned to tell them
Make her among the humblest even
Seem to them less than they are.
Hopeless of being known for what she has been.
Failing of bemg loved for what she is,
Give her the comfort for her sixth of knowing
She fails from strangeness to a way of life
She came to from too high too late to learn.
Then send some one with eyes to see
And wonder at her where she is.
And words to wonder in her hearing how she came there.
But without time to linger for her story.
Be her last joy her heart's going out to this one
So that she almost speaks.
You know them-seven in all.'
Trust us,' the Voices said.





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