tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post3897507580671176010..comments2024-03-25T02:43:49.115-05:00Comments on Karen Edmisten: Poetry Friday: An Atticus PickKaren Edmisten http://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-30900828197423907162010-12-12T08:05:24.810-06:002010-12-12T08:05:24.810-06:00TREE AT MY WINDOW
Tree at my window, window tree,...TREE AT MY WINDOW<br /><br />Tree at my window, window tree,<br />My sash is lowered when night comes on;<br />But let there never be curtain drawn<br />Between you and me.<br /><br />Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,<br />And thing next most diffuse to cloud,<br />Not all your light tongues talking aloud<br />Could be profound.<br /><br />But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,<br />And if you have seen me when I slept,<br />You have seen me when I was taken and swept<br />And all but lost.<br /><br />That day she put our heads together,<br />Fate had her imagination about her,<br />Your head so much concerned with outer,<br />Mine with inner, weather. <br /><br /><br />I love it that Frost came back again and again to the trees...Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-32850049855822561312010-12-10T16:18:21.880-06:002010-12-10T16:18:21.880-06:00I agree completely, Jeannine.I agree completely, Jeannine.Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-83495013651294914782010-12-10T15:54:38.838-06:002010-12-10T15:54:38.838-06:00There can never be too much Frost. Or trees. Thank...There can never be too much Frost. Or trees. Thank you for putting their sounds in my day.Jeannine Atkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12886966069866356470noreply@blogger.com