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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Ah! This is for me!

This is one of Robert Frost's poems. It describes pretty perfectly how I feel. Wandering through the woods, even after it's rained and you get all wet and muddy, is so magical, it's like being in love. Put the two together, and you have heaven. (The title of this poem does nothing to convey its sentiment)

A Line-Storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world's torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, earily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.



And, on a note of loss, I have never found my book of Robert Frost's complete poems (well, it was actually Dad's, but I stole it, and now it's lost forever! It's so sad!). I rather suspect that it was somewhere in the Geo when I sold it to the mechanic and I got my stuff out of the car, but must have left that (since it went with me on the camping trip that weekend and I haven't seen it since. No doubt, it is not being appreciated if anyone has even found it. That is so sorrowful.) I guess I will have to buy some other version of his complete poems. I hardly want to settle for a paperback version, though. Hmm. Maybe I will look into this.

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