Thursday, August 07, 2008

Thursday Thirteen



There are 14 lines in this Robert Frost sonnet- a bonus line for you!

INTO MY OWN
by Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

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4 comments:

Julia Phillips Smith said...

That's wonderful - I hadn't read that one before. The closing lines give that twisty bit at the end, while somehow retaining the voice of the poem as a whole. Difficult for some - but not for Robert Frost.

storyteller said...

What a lovely surprise in your T-13+1 … I love Robert Frost’s poetry ;--)
Hugs and blessings,

SandyCarlson said...

Thanks for that, Mary. Frost had some passion in his own way.

Travis Cody said...

I love Robert Frost.