I’ve been in a Robert Frost state of mind. It started when I spent November 1, a dark and drizzly day, reciting the poem “My November Guest” to myself all day long. Which reminded me of one of the other two Robert Frost poems I know by heart. Not “Dust of Snow,” but “Bravado,” one of a group of 5 poems called, collectively, “Five Nocturnes.”
It goes like this:
Have I not walked without an upward look
Of caution under stars that very well
Might not have missed me when they shot and fell?
It was a risk I had to take — and took.
It’s a short poem, and easy to learn, but also interesting in the way the two sentences distribute themselves over four lines, and where the rhyming words pop up. And it’s funny. I promise you that if you learn it, you will enjoy saying it and trying to get your head around those few simple things. Also, you will be smarter, and better-looking.
And my checkbook will balance? Thanks, Lynne Rae. I am always happy to see a new post on your blog, and I love the painting that’s part of this one.
I wish. (re: the checkbook)
Mighty Fine, Lynn Rae!
Hi Lynne! Thanks for accepting my friend request on FB…i just saw your post giving a link to this blog. So here i am…and i’ll go see what you’ve been up to now. 🙂
I love getting your posts, they never fail to engage me. The words make me think and the pictures take me to pleasant places. Thank you. I was introduced to your work at the Children’s Literature Conference at Shenandoah University.
Thanks, Mary Beth — that was a wonderful conference, wasn’t it?
Wow! just wow! The poem is nice, but I’m pulled in by the richness of your painting! Thanks!
Thanks, Barb! actually, sometimes they look better on the screen than in real life. I think because they glow.
Yeah, I forgot about these poems… funny too! I love how this inspired you!
Starry, Starry Night!?? Hah!
That did cross my mind.
Our family reads every one of your delightful and thought provoking posts. Your beautiful paintings, lilting words and life affirming observations leave us smiling and somehow lighter of heart. Then the boys go swinging on birches.
Thanks, Cecily. I love knowing this.