Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Poets



To The Thawing Wind by Robert Frost
Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

Today is the anniversary of the birth and the death of two of America's greatest poets.  Robert Frost was born on this date in 1874 and Walt Whitman died on this same date in 1892.  These two men both possessed an amazing talent for the written word.



Miracles
WHY! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon, 
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,


Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--
mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,


Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial, 
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;


These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,


Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

To me the sea is a continual miracle; 


The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships, 
with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there? 

Until next time....

33 comments:

  1. lots of beautiful images and imagery here. love the sky shot best!

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  2. Beautiful collection of photos and a wonderful tribute to two very important poets. I particularly love the first photo.

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  3. What a beautiful ode to Frost and Whitman, I've read some of them. Your picture of the clouded sky is amazing.

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  4. Beautiful photos, Deanna. The poem is lovely too.

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  5. I love your new header Deanna... your photos and comments always make me feel refreshed, thank you and today is no different!

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  6. seems we are watching the same birds. i loved these poems and the images are just perfect.

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  7. Wow, where to start, loved this post. Love how you incorporated your photos with the poem, and Love, love that last shot!! xo

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  8. I am so taken by all of these photos, I don't know where to begin. I really like the second flower photo. Those tiny buds jump off the page and look like a fine water color. But you, my dear, I just love your selfie - so brave to take such a close up shot! Love, love, love it!

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  9. Art show Tuesday...thanks, I love them all! I want tulips like these.

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  10. Very thoughtful post Deanna and each photo is better than the last. So happy you shared with us!

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  11. poignant verses with wonderfully creative images Deanna. My favourite is the highly textured cream buds above Miracles

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  12. Lovely Deanna, a lovely selection of photos and poetry...

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  13. Lovely verses (mostly new to me, thanks so much for sharing them!) and lovely images! So poetic! :)

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  14. your beautiful photos are the perfect compliment to these lovely poems. thank you for sharing!

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  15. Great images and a great post.

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  16. Such a beautiful edit on your tulips. Love them

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  17. Beautiful poetry- and your photos are gorgeous..I love the texture you used on the last shot.

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  18. Beautiful, your photos go perfectly with the poetry."every hour of the light and dark are a miracle" - something to keep in mind always.

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  19. What a beautiful post, Deanna, and your photographs are truly magnificent.

    I wish you a wonderful evening.

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  20. If I'm picking favorites I'd have to say the flower bud because it just jumped out at me from the screen, and those sweet eyes behind your glasses.

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  21. This is such a beautiful post, Deanna! I love every singe photo :)

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  22. I love Walt Whitman and I love this poem because of all the talk of miracles....all of your edits are beautiful but I especially like the last one of the ocean....it looks like an oil painting and I think it would be great on a canvas or for cards. You can tell I really like this shot.....

    That is a cute shot of you in your glasses; you are very photogenic ......

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  23. Such a fine collection of photos - beautifully edited and wonderfully accompanied with written word.

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  24. Meaningful words -- and totally beautiful photos.. The first photo is SO PRETTY - Soft pink is one of my favorite colors on flowers..
    Hugs

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  25. Just beautiful, Deanna! Perfect photos to go with the sweet poetry of two amazing poets. Very nice selections - thank you for sharing these, they really know how to capture a moment. xoxo

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  26. Lovely post. Love how you've inter-twined word and image and the images are really beautiful.

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  27. Wow, Deanna, you've really outdone yourself here! Your images are breath-taking and I really appreciate your choice of poems by Whitman and Frost -- two incomparable poets, who continue to inspire today. Love Whitman's sensibility especially. His focus on the miraculous reminds me of a favorite quote of Einstein: There are only two ways to live your life: one is as though nothing was a miracle and the other is as if everything is a miracle.

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  28. Thanks for sharing those beautiful photos and the amazing poems, two of my favorite poets.

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  29. Those are such wonderful poems. And amazing photos my friend. Happy Wednesday to you!

    Hugs~

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  30. From beginning to end....delightful.

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  31. In love with it all! Beautiful tribute!

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