Friday, January 9, 2009

Thanks, Robert Frost


I am up in the middle of the night because my inner clock is all messed up from traveling half way around the world this week. So since I can't sleep, I thought I would blog. I have had a lot of time to think these past two weeks - traveling to Bountiful by myself for my dad's funeral. There have been many thoughts on overload. A certain poem keeps coming to my mind, maybe because of my dad's passing, or maybe just because I have been thinking of the frailty of life and the power of forgiveness. Please read "Thanks, Robert Frost" Every time I read it something inside breathes a sigh of relief. Someday I might have someone read it at my funeral, that is how much it means to me. After you have read it, I would like to hear what you think of it - its meaning, its significance to you. Maybe you will hate it. I want to hear that too. I just think this poem brings up some topics that are almost too difficult to put into language. What do you think?

2 comments:

ljanlyons94 said...

Deep, but yet true. If we have hope for the future we have to have the past. No matter how imperfect that past may be. Hope for the future that in our times of human fraility that we did not place to big of a burden on those that we love the most. This is a poem to be pulled apart over and over because I think it will have different meanings at different times in our lives.

adrienne said...

I tend always to be hopeful and optimistic about the future and fairly sanguine about the past. Mostly, I have a short attention span for worry and sadness. So I too, have hope for the future & hope for the past! I'm afraid that my short attention span makes me look at things slightly less deeply than I sometimes should--but at least I can't really remember, much less dwell on the problems of my past!

Speaking of Robert Frost, Here is one of my favorite of his poems:

October

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if the were all,
Whose elaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the all.


i like to read it every autumn & it gives me a lttle tingle of joy about the season.