Friday, January 23, 2009
Good-bye, and Keep Cold by Robert Frost stirs my fiercest maternal instincts.
There is only so much we can do, no?
Good-bye, and Keep Cold
by Robert Frost
This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm
All winter, cut off by a hill from the house.
I wish I could promise to lie in the night
And think of an orchard's arboreal plight
When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)
Its heart sinks lower under the sod.
But something has to be left to God.
Read the whole poem here at the Poetry Foundation.
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