Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Wednesday Musings




Stars by Robert Frost

How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

5 comments:

  1. lol! Something I don't have to deal with. Now heat...it's killing us right now.

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  2. Lovely!

    Not that I want it to snow but a bit of cold would have been nice in today's 105 heat index.

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  3. As if with keenness for our fate,
    Our faltering few steps on
    To white rest, and a place of rest
    Invisible at dawn


    I love that ...I really do..

    E.H>

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