Thanks for posting your favorite Frost poem. I don't remember reading this one before. It is very beautiful!
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| Posted by: RavenWing 04-Nov-2003, 02:54 PM |
| Choose Something Like a Star O Star (the fairest one in sight), We grant your loftiness the right To some obscurity of cloud -- It will not do to say of night, Since dark is what brings out your light. Some mystery becomes the proud. But to be wholly taciturn In your reserve is not allowed. Say something to us we can learn By heart and when alone repeat. Say something! And it says "I burn." But say with what degree of heat. Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade. Use language we can comprehend. Tell us what elements you blend. It gives us strangely little aid, But does tell something in the end. And steadfast as Keats' Eremite, Not even stooping from its sphere, It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid. |
| Posted by: Roisin-Teagan 05-Nov-2003, 01:06 AM |
| RavenWing, Thanks for posting your favorite Frost poem. I don't remember reading this one before. It is very beautiful! |
| Posted by: Castlehigh 06-Nov-2003, 10:58 AM |
| ON LOOKING UP BY CHANCE AT THE CONSTELLATIONS You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud. The planets seem to interfere in their curves But nothing ever happens, no harm is done. We may as well go patiently on with our life, And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane. It is true the longest drouth will end in rain, The longest peace in China will end in strife. Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break On his particular time and personal sight. That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night. This poem too, RavenWing by Robert Frost methinks presents some nice insights. Cordially, Castlehigh of Éire |
| Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 11-Nov-2003, 12:27 AM |
| WOW! very nice both of you. Your Talents are remarkable. I hope to see more soon  |
| Posted by: Angel Whitefang (Rider) 18-Nov-2003, 04:35 AM |
| hmmmmm |