Write Me Up

Official writing with some random thoughts

Frost for some green March 27, 2013

Tis Wednesday once again, and I am in serious need of some green. Not money, but plants!!!!!! It is almost April, and I still haven’t seen a single daffodil. ARGH! All I want are some flowers. And by some, I mean a lot. So, to lift my spirits a bit, here is a poem by Robert Frost about a meadow with some flowers. Have I mentioned before how much I LOVE Robert Frost? (I’ll even tolerate his cold-sounding name because his poems make up for it in their amazing warmth.)

Rose Pogonias

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers–
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun’s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
Yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.


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