ROBERT FROST:
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
5 comments:
Am enjoying this window series, - the
photographers diary is a nice touch.
Thanks for the comments. The diary heading helps me keep my comments properly tailored.
This is such a lovely poem which goes so well with that image. Really, really touching.
Hi (emery) Ted,
Seen "like that' on beach on Spain, the shadow in the sand, Thoug I thought I could not post it on my blog, but on exbitions they do well. I understand you photography, I'm glad to know yur blog.
JoAnn :)
JoAnn - Thanks so much for your visit an comments.
Monique - I'm glad you like the way poem and picture fit.
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