Robert Frost’s old maple tree came down today. This 200-year-old tree was the inspiration for some of his poems, including “Tree at My Window”:
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
About 100 people got together to witness the end of the old tree, which was diseased and rotten to the point of being a hazard. Some of the wood will be given to artisans and crafters. There’s some poetic justice in this kind of recycling.
Although people were sentimental about the end of the tree, several in sources I read said they thought Frost would have thought this was the right thing to do, including this great quote:
If he were alive, Frost probably would be OK with the tree being taken down and might say it’s no big deal, said local poet Robert Crawford.
“Then he would’ve gone back and written a poem about it,” Crawford said.
MRP isn’t super up on her Frost, other than the usual suspects, so if there’s anyone out there who has any feelings one way or the other about Frost and his maple tree, please feel free to comment.