Saturday Evening Poetry

So this isn't your average post.  I just wanted to share this poem in hopes it reached someone in a way that it reaches me.  It's by Robert Frost, who is one of my favorite poets even if he is a little mainstream.  I encourage you guys to read more of his stuff than the two required school poems "Road Not Taken" and "Fire and Ice."  He has more to offer than that.  Although I'm not a big fan of rhyming poetry for the sake of rhyme, sometimes the rhyme leads us somewhere.  And in this poem, the first and last lines make something within me stop.

The Sound of the Trees

by Robert Frost

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

*Snap claps*

Okay, so educational period over.  Thanks for sharing this with me, guys.  I'll post an actual post tomorrow.

Let me just leave you with one more quote from Frost.  It's from his poem, "A Passing Glimpse," and I have it hanging on my peg board in my dorm room:

"Heaven gives it's glimpses only to those,
Not in position to look too close."

So stop and enjoy life every once in awhile, but don't forget life keeps going.  You can't let it go on without you, because then you'll never be able to stop and enjoy a new view along the way.