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Robert Frost

Weekend Open Thread: It Was Ourselves

by: Dean Barker

Sat Nov 27, 2010 at 07:14:30 AM EST

The Poet, at JFK's inauguration (h/t elwood):
The land was ours before we were the land's
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
This is a Weekend Open Thread.
Discuss :: (8 Comments)

Open Thread: Frosty Window Veil, Melted Down at Noon

by: Dean Barker

Mon Nov 22, 2010 at 05:55:16 AM EST

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (2 Comments)

Open Thread: The Love of Bare November Days

by: Dean Barker

Mon Nov 08, 2010 at 05:49:14 AM EST

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (11 Comments)

Open Thread: Stem End and Blossom End

by: Dean Barker

Fri Sep 03, 2010 at 09:44:01 AM EDT

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (6 Comments)

Open Thread: Go in the Morning

by: Dean Barker

Tue Aug 31, 2010 at 06:35:49 AM EDT

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (15 Comments)

Open Thread: A Little Wild

by: Dean Barker

Mon Aug 02, 2010 at 08:58:14 AM EDT

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (4 Comments)

Open Thread: In Haying Time, When Any Help Is Scarce

by: Dean Barker

Mon Jul 19, 2010 at 07:30:17 AM EDT

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (2 Comments)

Sarah Palin, the Old-Stone Savage Moving in Darkness

by: Dean Barker

Wed May 26, 2010 at 21:04:44 PM EDT

Facebook Governor Sarah Palin all but accuses her new neighbor of being a peeping Tom:
Wonder what kind of material he'll gather while overlooking Piper's bedroom, my little garden, and the family's swimming hole?

Welcome, Joe! It'll be a great summer - come borrow a cup of sugar if ever you need some sweetener. And you know what they say about "fences make for good neighbors"? Well, we'll get started on that tall fence tomorrow, and I'll try to keep Trig's squeals down to a quiet giggle so we don't disturb your peaceful summer. Enjoy!

Of course, it seems almost a requirement that if Palin quotes Frost, she do it in a way that shows a total lack of understanding.

But so long as that's how she really feels about fences, we might as well let the Poet finish off the description of her:

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Discuss :: (6 Comments)

Open Thread: Spring Mending-Time

by: Dean Barker

Mon Apr 12, 2010 at 06:02:01 AM EDT

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (7 Comments)

Open Thread: In Like a Lion, Out Like a...?

by: Dean Barker

Mon Mar 01, 2010 at 06:37:58 AM EST

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.

Adding: It occurred to me this morning that Google Books might be just the tipping point needed to get Justice Souter to upgrade from his typewriter.

Discuss :: (2 Comments)

Open Thread: Dooryard and Road Ungraded

by: Dean Barker

Wed Feb 24, 2010 at 07:13:58 AM EST

The Poet:
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (9 Comments)

Open Thread: Houses All Are Churches

by: Dean Barker

Mon Dec 28, 2009 at 21:25:32 PM EST

He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods -- the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn't thought of them as Christmas Trees.

Odd having a bright sunrise, a grey-blue day of softly falling snow, then finally a pink crepuscule.

This is an Open Thread.

p.s. If you haven't yet, rec and check out DD's post on top NH progressives. Fascinating diary and comments

Discuss :: (1 Comments)

Open Thread: Easy Wind and Downy Flake

by: Dean Barker

Thu Dec 10, 2009 at 06:48:01 AM EST

Yeah, I know - the famous one.  But the words rang true yesterday and this dark early morning:
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (12 Comments)

Open Thread: A Crow Shook Down on Me

by: Dean Barker

Mon Dec 07, 2009 at 06:12:25 AM EST

The Poet:
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (17 Comments)

Open Thread: Stood with Barrels Round Him

by: Dean Barker

Tue Nov 17, 2009 at 06:24:14 AM EST

Ever have one of these days?  The Poet:
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
This is an Open thread.
Discuss :: (7 Comments)

Open Thread: That Thing Takes All the Room

by: Dean Barker

Thu Nov 12, 2009 at 05:41:24 AM EST

The Poet:
  "Where is your village? Very far from here?"
   "There is no village--only scattered farms.
   We were but sixty voters last election.
   We can't in nature grow to many more:
   That thing takes all the room!" He moved his goad.
   The mountain stood there to be pointed at.
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (8 Comments)

Open Thread: And What Have I Then?

by: Dean Barker

Mon Nov 02, 2009 at 06:03:15 AM EST

The Poet, on the futility of raking:
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

...I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (13 Comments)

Open Thread: For What They Are

by: Dean Barker

Mon Oct 26, 2009 at 06:02:20 AM EDT

The Poet:
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (5 Comments)

Open Thread: Leaves Have Ripened

by: Dean Barker

Mon Oct 12, 2009 at 08:18:30 AM EDT

The Poet:
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
So, have you stacked all your wood yet?  Perennials (bought at half off now that the summer crowd is gone) in the ground yet?  Leaves raked yet? Storm windows up yet? Chimneys swept yet?  Hay stacked yet? Cider pressed yet?

This is an Open Thread.

Discuss :: (8 Comments)

Open Thread: Sweet-Scented Stuff

by: Dean Barker

Fri Aug 07, 2009 at 15:43:00 PM EDT

The Poet:
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
This is an Open Thread.
Discuss :: (1 Comments)
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