tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808745349393927564.post654484314207060323..comments2023-08-08T14:53:10.817-03:00Comments on Paulista Pursuits: my favorite poemJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16257177126103532551noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1808745349393927564.post-7463061234198412052010-09-17T19:38:10.801-03:002010-09-17T19:38:10.801-03:00my favorite (later revealed to be my grandmothers ...my favorite (later revealed to be my grandmothers favorite - and i don't read poetry per se!) <br /><br />Reluctance<br /><br />Out through the fields and the woods<br />And over the walls I have wended;<br />I have climbed the hills of view<br />And looked at the world, and descended;<br />I have come by the highway home,<br />And lo, it is ended.<br /><br />The leaves are all dead on the ground,<br />Save those that the oak is keeping<br />To ravel them one by one<br />And let them go scraping and creeping<br />Out over the crusted snow,<br />When others are sleeping.<br /><br />And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,<br />No longer blown hither and thither;<br />The last lone aster is gone;<br />The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;<br />The heart is still aching to seek,<br />But the feet question 'Whither?'<br /><br />Ah, when to the heart of man<br />Was it ever less than a treason<br />To go with the drift of things,<br />To yield with a grace to reason,<br />And bow and accept the end<br />Of a love or a season?<br /><br />--Robert Frostjmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06989274438699018959noreply@blogger.com