If seeking an elusive quarry turns out to be for Robert Frost a reclamation of his own self adrift in a troublesome world, and nearly lost amidst material distractions, for a teacher and students, reading “Directive” is an exemplary lesson in dharma. If readers are “lost enough” in the texts they read, “lost” indeed to their familiar world of routine analytical protocols, they will be better prepared to advance cautiously towards the ruins of rituals and parables in mythic memory. For those of us who pick and choose our words and roads with care, our destination is hardly our destiny.