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A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
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About Robert Frost (1874-1963) Robert Lee Frost was born in San Francisco. After the death of his father (when he was eleven) the family moved to Massachusetts and spent the next ten years in poverty. During his high school years, Frost developed his interest in poetry. He later went to Dartmouth College and Harvard. He never completed his studies at both institutions but spent his time wooing his high school sweetheart instead. When he sold his first poem (My Butterfly) for $15, he asked her to marry him. She only accepted his proposal a year later and they were married for 40 years and had six children. During this time, Frost worked as a chicken farmer and tried to be a school teacher. Although Frost was consider a famous poet, his life was life was full of suffering. Only one of his six children led a healthy and natural life. Frost is most probably the most read post in the United States with popularity unrivalled by any American poets of the last century. He had won every single major prize the nation had to offer. His reading at the inauguration of President Kennedy ( Frost was 86 during the time) capped his impressive career that included 4 Pulitzer Prize. After the death of his wife, Frost were said to be in emotional isolation. Two of his daughter suffered mental breakdown while his son ( also a poet) committed suicide. |
