Not one of Robert Frost's better known poems but appropriate for today, the first day of 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 they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
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Good to know there is still more of Robert Frost to be discovered.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if this could be an early work -- or perhaps a very late one?
It's slightly archaic cadence is unlike his usual style.
Here's "The Pasture" -- one of his more familiar poems I've always loved:
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring.
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away,
And stay to watch the water clear, I may.
I shan't be gone long -- you come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother.
It's so young, it totters
When she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long -- you come too.
I've always thought it had a fallish air about it since it refers to raking leaves.
~ FreeThinke
Much appreciated..the comment as well. One of my favorites. I have forgotten where Frost's house was, but just happened to drive by it when leaf peeping one fall in New England. It brought his pems to life.
ReplyDeleteThey built a Walmart just down the street from Frost's house.
ReplyDeleteBye-bye America.
I try to appreciate the beauty of each season, but fall has always signified the end of my favorite season... summer. I'm one of those crazies that loves that blast of vapor when she comes plowing out the door in the morning.
ReplyDeleteI liked it. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, very lovely.
ReplyDeleteWe all need to take a moment.
And pause.
BZ
Ahhh, OCTOBER! Frost brings the mood to life. The beginnings of Fall, glorious! Free Thinke, I have always favored the THe Road Not Taken, with it's yellow woods. Glad you put Robert Frost's poem up,
ReplyDeleteDear AOW.
A treasure of our Nation.