Monday, March 30, 2009

A Boundless Moment, by Robert Frost

A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. "Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves. -Robert Frost

I need some Head .... HAHA

Oh yeah.
But don't get me started on Frost; maybe he was a dangerous asshole to the people around him, but when he was talking to himself as a poet, he seemed to get it. This one makes me think of all mothers (like T) and probably any woman who shelters and cares for four or more cats:

The Silken Tent
by Robert Frost

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by one’s going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
That's a lovely poem...

Is it really Monday again already?

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