Thursday, March 12, 2009

Tuft of Flowers

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been - alone,
"As all must be," I said within my heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wings a bewildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
a leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."
~Robert Frost~
I needed a little color and a little flower today, and I found them both AND refound a favorite poem that has gladdened my heart so many times in the past, so am sharing them with you!

1 comment:

From This Moment to That said...

This is such a lovely poem Katie, I hadn't read it before. It paints the pictures in the mind which I think we are all needing at this very cusp of Spring. And Daffodils are always cheering and dazzling.

I was lucky enough to have an Aunt who was a school teacher, she's passed now, but Daffodils remind me of a story she told me. One of the children asked her, "Is there such a thing as a miracle Miss?" "Oh yes" she replied. "In fact I can show you one!" She went to her bag in the staff-room and took out a single tightly closed daffodil bud from a bunch she had bought, placed it in water and asked the children to take particular notice of it, until it was time to leave for home. Of course in the warmth of the classroom and the water the daffodil opened overnight. So that when the children returned the next morning she said, "Now that's got to be a miracle!"