The funniest thing about yesterday happened when Hubby and I were reading poetry (shut up, it happened). He asked me, "Can I read you 'Reluctance'?" and I sighed while saying, "ooooo-kayyyyyy."
I guess it would be better if I reenacted it in person.
It turned out to be our favorite of the night.
It turned out to be our favorite of the night.
Reluctance
Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?' Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
5 comments:
cool--I used to get teased about the poetry. I don't pull it out that much anymore. I'm an e.e.cummings fan.
And it looks like your guy was the one that initiated the reading ... gee, I think I like that guy. Nice. My DH reads, but he's never read me poetry.
I get catoons cut out of the paper and left in my chair. Haddy's Mom
Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets.
I see the McGillicutty's in my mind's eye lounging about and Hubby pulling a small tome from the shelf saying, "Tonight? How 'bout Bob?"
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