Sunday, December 23, 2007

Frosty Philosophy

It has been said of Frost's poetry that
few poems have said so much in so little:

Sitting By A Bush In Broad Sunlight

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers,
No lasting effect of it lingers.

There was one time and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly suspire.

And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life and crawl off,
We must not be too ready to scoff.

God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.

God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other persists as our faith.

- Robert Frost


Christy said...

remember cloud 22? I just thought of it :) it made me think of you :D :D

sorry I never returned your call. i will try to tomorrow.

miss ya :)

Caitlin said...

hmmm... really?

I miss you to, I'm looking forward to school again - how silly is that! but true!

I wonder what layer of the atmosphere cloud 22 is in?

Christy said...

haha, yeah, i never called you, did i? lol. sorry. we've been so busy doing nothing. lol.

Caitlin said...

tis amazing isn't it...

the word for that is boondoggling ;)

a great thing to do during break

Brian said...

Wow! I've never before thought of myself as sun-smitten dust. How amazing!