“my heart owns a doubt / Whether ’tis in us to arise with day / And save ourselves unaided”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, after name-checking Frost last week, some actual Frost:

Going for Water, Robert Frost

The well was dry beside the door,
    And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
    To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go,
    Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
    And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
    That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
    Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
    Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
    With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
    To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
    We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
    A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
    Like pearls, and now a silver blade.


From his first collection, A Boy’s Will (1913), where in the table of contents it appears after the comment “He takes up life simply with the small tasks.”

---L.

Subject quote from Storm Fear, Robert Frost, also from A Boy’s Will.