Monday, March 27, 2006

Poetry Monday

The South Wind by Frank Vincent Dumond (1865 - 1951)
To the Thawing Wind
by: Robert Frost
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

3 comments:

ttbookjunkie said...

Frost is fantastic. I love the movement in this poem I can picture the poet running out the door at the end...

Amanda

Carrie K said...

Perfect poem for the weather. I heard that if we have 3 more days of rain in March, we'll set a new record.

Paula said...

Yeah more Frost! I just love him!
That is a great poem for the weather today. I especially like this line: "melt the glass and leave the sticks; like a hermits crucifix"... Oooh that gives me chills!

The picture looks like you guys were having fun on your jeep jamboree!