“Danger” might not be the first word that comes to mind when thinking of Robert Frost. And yet, look at what he says in this article: “If poetry isn’t understanding all, the whole word, then it isn’t worth anything. Young poets forget that poetry must include the mind as well as the emotions. Too many poets delude themselves by thinking the mind is dangerous and must be left out. Well, the mind is dangerous and must be left in.” After reading that, I began to see the dangerous things in the poem “To the Thawing Wind” — such as dreaming.
Robert Frost, Selected Poems of Robert Frost (New York: Barnes & Noble Books: 1993), p. 13.
Love that poem’s undeniable spring cycle energy.