“i saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills / till the landslide brought me down”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:

To Earthward, Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of—was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.


From his 1923 collection New Hampshire, published when he was 49.

---L.

Subject quote from Landslide, written by Stevie Nicks, performed by Fleetwood Mac.

Comments

[cmcmck]

Wonderful!

[larryhammer]

It's an underrated collection -- lots of goodness in there.

[puddleshark]

Wonderful. I hadn't come across this before. Thank you.

[larryhammer]

Frost has a lot of gems outside his usual anthology pieces.