Mar 20 2005
To Earthward
To Earthward
Robert Frost
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
Robert Frost

this is my favorite frost poem
This poem made me cry, knowing it is simalar to what we deal with now-a-days. :cry :sigh :sigh
[B]bold[/B]i really liked this poem cuzz pretty much everyone relates to it in some ways
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wat does this poem mean..anybody??
You know what? I have no idea what the hell this means. I don\’t care, I still like it because I like all Frost poems. :? :grin
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Bryona likes this poem,…..[B]yurrrr[/B]