2 beautiful Frost sonnets
I absolutely love Frost, so am sad that I've decided not to take the 20th cent. American poetry class, but after sitting in on it, I don't think I like how the course is set-up. Alas. Also, I've decided to have a life and only take 4 classes. I don't think I want to live my last semester in college at the same insane pace as last semester...
Putting in the Seed -- Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work tonight
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from theapple tree
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea),
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a sprintime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same -- Robert Frost
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
I love the idea of the beauty of birdsong as a compensation of sorts for the expulsion from Eden. The more I read of Frost, the more I realize just how amazing his poetry is. I love the darker ones for being darker, the peaceful ones for being peaceful, but most of all I love the peaceful ones with a hint of darkness hiding in them (see "Mending Wall").
Putting in the Seed -- Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work tonight
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from theapple tree
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea),
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a sprintime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same -- Robert Frost
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
I love the idea of the beauty of birdsong as a compensation of sorts for the expulsion from Eden. The more I read of Frost, the more I realize just how amazing his poetry is. I love the darker ones for being darker, the peaceful ones for being peaceful, but most of all I love the peaceful ones with a hint of darkness hiding in them (see "Mending Wall").