#robert frost

[cherryblossomshadow]

@levymcgarden55

That first one is wild geese by Mary Oliver. The whole poem is definitely worth a read.

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University of New Mexico | Reddit

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

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Apparently, "the best way out is always through," is from Robert Frost's poem, "A Servant to Servants."

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[Image 1 ID: Excerpt from the poem, "wild geese" by Mary Oliver:

You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

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[Image 2 ID: Picture of barefeet barely submerged in a puddle/lakeshore with flowers floating on the water. Text reads:

The Best Way OuT iS Always Through iT No Matter How Hard iT is

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[Image 3 ID: A comment left by robin that reads:

it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to.

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[Image 4 ID: Picture of worn brown shoes. Text reads:

fuck nihilism all my homies confront the meaninglessness of life as an opportunity for something wonderful and believe in the beauty of creating meaning yourself through relationships and sticking your hands in the dirt

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[Image 5 ID and source: Screenshot of tumblr post by @noonwalkdiary reading:

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

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[Image 6 ID: Screenshot of a WhatsApp message. Someone texted the user a sunset photo of a coast. Beneath, text reads:

Did u get my vibes man? im thinking we are all going to be okay

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[Image 7 ID and source: Screenshot of a tumblr post from @wuntrum reading:

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

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Did u get my vibes man?

[dabiconcordia]

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. by Robert Frost

[joytri]

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Robert Frost

[sensualeroticblogplus]

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

-Robert Frost

[apoemaday]

A Question

by Robert Frost

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

[tulipsofthemorning]

[thoughtkick]

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. - It goes on.

Robert Frost

[daydreamers-serene-musings]

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

--Robert Frost

[perfectfeelings]

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

Robert Frost

[geopsych]

It's that time again, time for the late November poem of all time. It really is like this here now.

Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season. —Robert Frost

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[perfectquote]

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. - It goes on.

Robert Frost

[dabiconcordia]

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath,    Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,  Half closes the garden path.

   And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds  Up from the tangle of withered weeds  Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,  But a leaf that lingered brown,    Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,  Comes softly rattling down.

 I end not far from my going forth    By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower  To carry again to you. By Robert Frost

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"EVERYTHING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE WE ARE DOOMED. YOU WILL NEVER BE LOVELIER THAN YOU ARE NOW. WE WILL NEVER BE HERE AGAIN."

Homer The Iliad // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-2024) cr. Gege Akutami // Mitski I'm Your Man // Alien Stage (2022-) cr. VIVINOS & QMENG // Wisława Szymborska The Onion // Fear Street Part Three: 1666 (2021) dir. Leigh Janiak // Mitski Once More to See You // Arcane: League of Legends (2021-2024) // Ethel Cain Wrestling in Dirt Pits // 怪物 Monster (2023) dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda // unknown // Banana Fish (2018) dir. Hiroko Utsumi // Bianca Stone Artichokes // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay // NANA (2006-2007) dir. Morio Asaka // Coldplay Sparks // 刻在你心底的名字 Your Name Engraved Herein (2020) dir. Patrick Kuang-Hui Liu // Julia de Burgos That You Love Me In Green // Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins // Margaret Atwood Significant Moments in the Life of My Mother

[balkanparamo]

Javier Mayoral: Miles to go before she sleeps

[apoemaday]

Acquainted with the Night

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.