Poetry

In the notes on my phone, I have two poems by Robert Frost. “Revelation” and “Reluctance”. For some reason, these poems seem to be ever relevant in my life. Relevant reluctant revelation? Or the other way around? I like to collect poems. One poem, however,  has been stuck in my heart since childhood, before I even spoke English very well. It was printed in a novel about courageous children and their struggles in a hard and cold world, and I read the poem over and over until I could remember it by heart. And through all of my teen and adult years, I never forgot. Funnily, I didn’t realize until a few years back that it was by Robert Frost. It goes like this:

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 

Why would I remember this poem? I don’t know. And why do Robert Frost poems
seem to stick in my life? Two in my phone, one in my heart. It may be as simple
as this: ”

The heart is still aching to seek, but the feet question: “Whither?”

So simple. So beautiful.

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About Louise Andersen

I am an author, a creative soul, passionate about literature, music, art. I am also the mother of twins, navigating through heaps of washings, runny noses, boxed lunches and what other practicalities ordinary life drags along ... In love with my family, with life, with words, wonders and magic. Welcome to my world.
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