Wednesday, August 23, 2017

ON COMING HOME TO CALIFORNIA FROM BEING HOME IN NEW ENGLAND











BREAD AND PUPPET THEATER AND MUSEUM
GLOVER, VT

MUSEUM OF EVERYDAY LIFE
GLOVER, VT


CAMPUS OF SMITH COLLEGE,
NORTHAMPTON, MA


From a poem by Robert Frost called: 

THE HILL WIFE

LONELINESS

Her Word

One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;

Or care so much when they come back
With whatever is is they sing;
The trust being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing

As we are too sad for the other here--
With birds that fill their breasts
But with each other and themselves
And their built or driven nests.


HOUSE FEAR

Always--I tell you this they learned--
Always at night when they returned
To the lonely house from far away
To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,
They learned to rattle the lock and key
To give whatever might chance to be
Warning and time to be off in flight:
And preferring the out- to the in-door night,
They learned to leave the house-door wide
Until they had lit the lamp inside.


2 comments:

  1. An idea popped into my head that you should read Robert Frost for an audio-book or podcast and comment on him.

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    1. Thanks, Michael, I will add that to the possibilities list!

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