The Art And The Artist

Robert Frost is my favorite poet. Every time I feel that I am in need of a little stimulus, a small boost, or may be, an immediate change of perspective, I readily know what to look for. The ridiculous ease with which Frost carved his words is, if simply put, delightful.

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

These are unarguably the most popular and inspiring words that one can find in the world of poetry. The manner in which these words evoke the deepest of feelings is soothing and at the same time, intense.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

The subtle joy, the unabated beauty associated with his words continue to enliven my senses all the way. That is indeed what art is all about.
On another note, I often wonder what I would do if asked to live with either art or intellect for the rest of my life. I would perhaps go with art.