{"id":29,"date":"2003-08-28T18:41:52","date_gmt":"2003-08-28T18:41:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2003-08-28T18:41:52","modified_gmt":"2003-08-28T18:41:52","slug":"meeting_passing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"Meeting & Passing"},"content":{"rendered":"

As I went down the hill along the wall
\nThere was a gate I had leaned at for the view
\nAnd had just turned from when I first saw you
\nAs you came up the hill. We met. But all
\nWe did that day was mingle great and small
\nFootprints in summer dust as if we drew
\nThe figure of our being less that two
\nBut more than one as yet. Your parasol
\nPointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
\nAnd all the time we talked you seemed to see
\nSomething down there to smile at in the dust.
\n(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)
\nAfterward I went past what you had passed
\nBefore we met and you what I had passed.<\/i>
\n~ Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)<\/i>
\nI discovered this poem by Frost only recently when I was browsing through Frost’s poems on the web. One of his most famous poems, The Road Not Taken<\/a> is one of my favourite poems.
\nFor some reason, Meeting and Passing<\/i> strikes a chord with me. We meet and pass people all the time and in some small way, we do share something in common just by the mere fact that we’re part of the same environment at that point in time. Maybe Frost is also trying to say that we do not take enough time out to talk with others. To share. To exchange pleasantries and experiences.
\nThere seems to me to be a hint of wistfulness in this poem. As if Frost were unwilling to let this lady go, and now all that he’s left with that reminds him of her are the things and places she had walked past before she met him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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