Saturday, 11 July 2009

Tree and Windows


Tree at my window
Window Tree

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;

But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.

Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,

Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.

But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,

You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,

Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

"Tree At My Window"
Poem by Robert Frost


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Farmhouse Windows
Hausruck Region
Upper Austria
Photographed by Merisi
July 2008




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15 comments:

  1. That was so lovely!

    I love window boxes and these are especially pretty, the poem is perfect too. Oh and the farmer's market flowers, such a treat.

    Thank you for sharing ☺

    x lori

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  2. Glorious window boxes Merisi and such a joy to me mid winter...thank you so much!

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  3. I've always loved this Frost poem..
    It's been a long time since I visited it..too long
    Your pictures are perfect for Window Tree.
    Merci

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  4. I love window boxes. But I have never had one on my house.

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  5. Oh, wow! I am a huge fan of window boxes--I used to deadhead like crazy and have the prettiest window boxes for all to see. I got all sorts of compliments on 'em. These are fabulous! Love all of these, Merisi!

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  6. Love the colors in these photos.

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  7. Merisi,
    I have missed coming here!
    Oh golly, your photos still move me!
    I am still on my break but I am dropping by to say hello to one of my favorites.

    P.S.
    I lost my flipflops ;-)

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  8. This is the way I remember our Tirolean summer, a pure summer idyll.

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  9. Ach, to have windows bursting with such color!

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  10. Not a dry leaf shakes nor a dead head hangs. Such perfection.

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  11. Not a dry leaf shakes, nor a dead head hangs...sheer perfection.

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  12. What absolutely lovely photos. I hope that you won't be completely surprised when I knock on your door and ask to stay a while... :)
    Have a lovely Sunday my friend,
    xo

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  13. These photos bring back thoughts of Vail, my previous home. Of course, Vail is just an imitation of the European alpine countryside, and I know that since I spent my fourth birthday in Megeve. Still, the style touches me.

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  14. I so love flowering window-boxes. Something my abodes have always lack - a serious oversight IMO! Thanks for letting me enjoy your views of them.

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