Sunday, April 29, 2007
Frost into Spring
As we accelerate into a rich, green spring, and as even the Wyoming desert rejuvenates into a new cycle of life, I thought of some Robert Frost poems that capture two distinct but related feelings evoked by the lucious springtime weather in my winter weary soul: peace and wanderlust.
(And I threw in a few pictures of cute spring children and lovely Elizabeth . . .)
A Prayer In Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
The Sound of Trees
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
Posted by Mark at 12:56 PM