Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday Frost

I like to keep a book of poetry out (ok, in the bathroom) because it's a really nice way to squeeze something lovely and thought provoking into the day.  I've been reading Robert Frost for a while now, and I really like this one.

The Tuft of Flowers

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been, -alone,

'As all must be,' I said within my heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

'Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'

From A Boy's Will

Another great poetry source, if you're curious, is the Poetry App from the Poetry Foundation.  (It's free)  You can "spin" and it'll match up two categories and give you poems about "love" and "youth" for example.  You can save poems you like to your favorites, and search by author or title.  It's a nice way to wait in line.  :)


Susan said...

Thanks for sharing. This one made me cry. Did that happen to you? Frost is tricky like that.

Anonymous said...

Frost's poems "begin in delight and end in wisdom". And that is true on the first reading and the hundredth.