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Robert Frost: to earthward

I long for weight and strength to feel the earth as rough to all my length

Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length


Robert Frost
(San Francisco 1875 – Boston 1963)


Robert Frost, New Hampshire, 1923 http://www.amazon.com/Poetry-Robert-Frost-Collected-Unabridged/dp/0805005021

by T N
04 january 2010, Food Notes > Food Tourism

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