One of the poems that has always spoken to me as I have grown in life is 'To Earthward' by Robert Frost. Everyone should have at least one favorite poem memorized to enjoy in the quiet moments of life. This one is my goto when I need to be reminded, what is all this random life about.
So enjoy either for the first time or again....
To Earthward
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
Love at the lips was touch
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
Downhill 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.
.... I hope you enjoyed. As I get older I move down a stanza or so in reflecting, it has been a great teacher along the path of life.
Have a great weekend.
Source: Robert Frost - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Frost
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/earthward
