Just cuz I likes the sound of Swedish!
Saturday, May 04, 2013
Was just looking through old photos on the computer and came across this one. It reminded me of one of my favourite Robert Frost poems. I'm looking out at this very tree right now, but it is just budding out at present. This pic was, of course, taken in the early fall. In any case, here's the poem:
Tree at My Window
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Hope everyone has a good weekend! Two week's from now, we'll be at our villa in the south of Spain! Can't wait for that!