And after the week I've had, of change, of the end of one chapter and the start of another, of immigration forms and business plans and workplace goodbyes that feel much more permanent that any of us will admit to,
after that week I knew I wanted Frost for Poetry Thursday. I've had a line from Directive running through my head:
Back out of all this now too much for us
as I've raced around all week, but Directive, a beautiful poem too long for this post (but you will go read it, won't you?) by this Thursday midnight has settled down and led me back to another Frost, a poem that feels like it's been with me forever. If it feels a little out of season, well, it isn't:
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
by Robert Frost
So there, a double dip of Frost!
If you don't know Poetry Thursday, surf over and check it out. You can post your own poems, or a favorite poem by someone else, or just write a post about poems...or.....
I'll be doing it here every Thursday. (Hmmm and maybe in Spanish some, if I am really going to share favorites... )