MY FAVORITE POEM:
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 bewildered butterfly Seeking with memories grown dim over 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 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"
Ailsa Mclean says
THANK YOU, dearest Almine (and Tina)…. This is such a deep and tender poem.
Lynette Ruest says
This is so beautiful with many layers – as is all of life. this poem leads us along on a journey to see the many layers of life. It reminds me of “Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman.
Barbara Kathryn says
I remember this poem…now as I reread it, shared among us by Almine who brings us together through shared glimpses.
We too always leave the clumps of flowers when we scythe; and even when we have to strim on a steep slope.
We have to drive sooo slowly along our track in late Spring when the butterflies gather around the tall wildflowers down the middle!
Kathleen Frances says
This is so touching and so tender filled with
the beauty and poetry of what truly matters🌸🦋
Beautiful morning glory indeed. Thank you. 😀
I will ré read!
This is so sublime with Infinite layers, I am very greatful for the inspired poetry shared… I too walked a flowery path full of cherry blossomed kisses
Takes my breath away each day from utter delight and beauty.
And as I see my cat play in the garden as the cherry blossom trees flowers fall from the trees almost like the most delicate snow flake of pure silk
Thankyou for such a beautiful poem and photo Almine, it has touched my heart and speaks on intimate levels