Monday Poetry : Reluctance, By Robert Frost
By Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Gorgeous pairing 🙂 I do love your photography!
November 30, 2015 at 6:08 pm
Hello Morgan. Thank you very pleased you liked the images , thank you for such a welcome comment 🙂 🙂
November 30, 2015 at 8:46 pm
Always look forward to your blogs – like the views and thought how true when I read the poem
November 30, 2015 at 9:50 pm
Hello Diana 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much for such a welcome comment , Very pleased you enjoyed 🙂 🙂
December 2, 2015 at 5:59 pm
Lovely poem with evocative accompanying photos. Rings especially true around this time of year!
December 2, 2015 at 4:35 pm
Hello Alli 🙂 🙂
Thank you , I am very pleased that you enjoyed this post and yes perfect for December 🙂
December 2, 2015 at 5:58 pm