Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Frost says it best

"When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a misty fen that rang all night

And thus it was the maidens pale
I knew so well, whose garments trail
Across the reeds to a window light.

The fen had every kind of bloom,
And for every kind there was a face,
And a voice that has sounded in my room
Across the sill from the outer gloom.

Each came singly unto her place,
But all came every night with the mist;
And often they brought so much to say
Of things of moment to which, they wist,
One so lonely was fain to list

That the stars were almost faded away
Before the last went, heavy with dew,
Back to the place from which she came--

Where the bird was before it flew,
Where the flower was before it grew,
Where bird and flower were one and the same

And thus it is I know so well
Why the flower has odor, the bird has song.
You have only to ask me, and I can tell.
No, not vainly there did I dwell,
Nor vainly listen all the night long."

~Robert Frost

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RuthieJ said...

Oh Nina, lovely pictures and lovely poetry. Thank you.

Mary said...

I like the way you composed this post, Nina! Bravo!

The last photo is fantastic!

kate said...

The Robert Frost poem, accompanied by wonderful photographs, is beautiful. Your flowers are lovely.

Cathy said...

Nina - What a lovely, lovely post. I didn't know this poem. Beautiful.

The pictures are perfect with those stanzas.

nina said...

I feel as though I'm experiencing a "dry spell", too. This heat and drought have made me make that extra special effort in order to see things of beauty--in this case, "file" pictures from earlier this summer and words from my favorite poet.
It works for me!

bluemountainmama said...

lovely pictures and beautiful poetry woven between them.

i love chicory... a little unsung wildflower, but colors the roadways in late summer here....

to answer your question, the photos are in WV.....thanks for stopping by!

michael said...

Could anyone tell me what (a) maidens pale is?