Friday, June 25, 2010

Poetry Friday -- Working Together and Butterflies


THE TUFT OF FLOWERS
by Robert Frost


I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

As all must be,' I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
Whether they work together or apart.'




The title of my photograph is "Butterfly Bush -- UR Doin' It Right." Franki and I are working together today, leading a Choice Literacy day of fun and books.

Amy has the Poetry Friday roundup at the art of irreverence.

9 comments:

  1. Thanks, Mary Lee. I love this line: "Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night/ Some resting flower of yesterday's delight."

    Great photo! We have a huge butterfly bush outside our kitchen window. It attracts butterflies and has hosted a cardinal nest and a praying mantis egg-sac.

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  2. Gorgeous photo and beautiful poem. Love the imagery. :)

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  3. Thank you for sharing, I love butterfly bushes. Wish I was sitting in the audience today with you both and your books.

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  4. I love this poem! "The Tuft of Flowers" and "Dust of Snow" are two of my favorite Frost poems.

    Thanks, Mary Lee!

    Andy
    The Write Sisters

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  5. I do love butterflies.

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  6. Franki and I had a great day of work together! Unfortunately, we had no internet access, so your comments had to wait for us to get home! Thanks for stopping by! I'll be checking in sometime tomorrow when I get to DC/ALA. I'm off to finish packing!

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  7. Thank you for the beautiful poem and photo. They decorate my day!

    Have a safe journey and enjoy your trip!

    Laura Evans

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  8. What a perfect match of photo to poem! Thank you. I hope you have a fabulous time at ALA. (And I bet you'll find lots and lots of material for your thank you notes!)
    A.

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  9. Beautiful (: I just became a follower and will return often for future reads (:

    Michele
    XOXO

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