Monday, 10 October 2011

Mmm… Monday: Robert Frost, Part the First

I woke up with this in my head:

Reluctance
 
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?


I first heard an abbreviated version of the last stanza in an episode of The Golden Girls (Miles to Go) where Rose reads out

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To
[…]
bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”

and I feel in deep, reverent love with it. And so, as with most things in life, every time I read it a different part catches me, and today it is

The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"

Perfection.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful. One of my favorite poets.

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  2. Yeah, mine as well. It's funny how I've only known a few poems by him (in the general scheme of how many he actually wrote) and spending today reading through a lot of them, I'm amazed at his way with words and how he conveys emotion. I'm now going to order his complete poetry, a book with his prose, and they had another book with his notes (I take it from his lectures and such - didn't say much).

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