Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Poetry Wednesday


To the Thawing Wind

Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
bath my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

Robert Frost

2 comments:

  1. I love Robert Frost!! Great poem... I love it! Fitting for this time of year.

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