I had a flashback literary moment today. While listening to a lecture about nursing theory, a phrase came into my head. The phrase was "Something there is that doesn't love a wall." It took me a minute to remember what it was from. I actually had an image of where I heard it first (class at Timpview High School), rather than the origin of the phrase. I remembered that it comes from Mending Wall, a poem by Robert Frost. I am not really even sure why I thought of it. We were discussing a lot of different things. Maybe my subconscious was having an "ah--ha" moment that it was trying to clue me in on.
Or maybe my high school english teacher just did an incredible job of ingraining it in my long term memory.
I looked it up....
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast...
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