Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire,
But I have known enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
***
I like this poem, and Robert Frost's poems generally, because he's not afraid to rhyme nor to use simple diction. He also has a gift for very striking images (Mending Wall is good for this) and clever juxtapositions. I wouldn't say this is his best poem, but I only have one other of his memorized...I think. (It's "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening", and we were made to memorize it back in 5th grade; a process of engraving into the memory so laborious that its traces remain still.)
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