Saturday, April 2, 2011
"The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March." - Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926
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ooooo, love that passage.
ReplyDeleteFrost was amazing I find....
ReplyDeleteVery eloquent. For the most part it rings true except it was a windy day here today.
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Absolutely.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
It was sunny for most of the day and then it turned to rain but hey that is ok.
ReplyDeleteWow...
ReplyDeleteThis is really pretty. I hope to have a beautiful summer like this.
ReplyDeleteDitto here as well.
ReplyDeleteam welcoming summer and spring with heart of an angelus cherubim.
ReplyDeletewhen spring comes it's something that is cherished. Mind you I don't know what angelus cherubim means and your english is
ReplyDeletemuch better than mine. :)
That is the Spring I know.
ReplyDeleteAh Spring
--I love it
Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring
Angels are also called Cherubim. I believe that is a type of Angel.
ReplyDeletethat's right esoterika, she's an angel ...
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun ode to spring.
ReplyDeletea baby angel ...
ReplyDeleteAh, a little baby angel. I had a baby angel. His name is Gabriel. He is twenty-one now and all grown up.
ReplyDeleteI love angels too.
♥
I literally would have never known.
ReplyDeleteHi Haddy and thanks...
ReplyDeletehttp://www.pbs.org/wgbh/poetryeverywhere/frost.html
ReplyDeleteWe started off with thick fog, and then the sun came out, mid afternoon the clouds appeared and tonite its supposed to rain and tomorrow as well. But it will be warm and should wash away the last of the snow.Flowers should peep through soon.
ReplyDeleteJack ... I have so much regards to people who could write poems for i always believe it is the heart talking in each and every words that were written on it. And if only I am well verse on the English language i could even write more poems.
ReplyDelete... thanks for sharing a bit of Mr. Robert Frost. I guess i would certainly go back to the site and read more.
goodnight ...
love Mark Twain all of his works and he is right. lol
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't have known what? :()
ReplyDeletelol.
Patty today it's been topsey turvey and today it's a nice mild 54 F. And here very much the same. Hence it's fine day and when it's finally here yes! With no doubts at all. :)
ReplyDeleteHe was and his writings as many certainly do live on Tee.
ReplyDeleteLots of rain over my way.
ReplyDeleteTess we have had fairly decent weather.
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