Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Flower - Gathering

By Robert Frost
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.


I don't remember the exact day but it was a big day when I signed up to have a poem sent to me (by every morning. Some days I don't like them, some days I don't get them, some days I don't open them, and some days I not only open them but am touched by them. Robert Frost has been a big hit with me here. The poem picker chooses Frost poems that are accessible. Despite his home spun, folksy rep, I often find his poems to be lengthy, wordy, difficult; obscure/cryptic. This is one that I found beautiful.


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