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.
Photographed July 2008
"Tree At My Window"
Poem by Robert Frost
A beautiful harmony of words and pictures.ReplyDelete
Such lovely pictures...and of course a beautifully classic poem to go along with vision...thank you my friendReplyDelete
Love Robert Frost..ReplyDelete
What a perfect marriage of image and word M.
Sounds very romantic that poem. I love those farmhouses. I would love to live in one. They are very beautiful.ReplyDelete
Beautiful words, beautiful images, a beautiful retreat! Summer at it's finest!!ReplyDelete
Such window boxes!ReplyDelete
I agree, I don't much like curtains.
How wonderfully you have illustrated this poem Merisi.ReplyDelete
So pretty and colouful. A view of trees is among the very best views one can have when one looks out a window.ReplyDelete
Beautiful job on this post.ReplyDelete
OK - I'm going to have to get window boxes!ReplyDelete
Beautiful words and wonderful photos...I love Robert Frost...the window boxes are absolutely gorgeous...I've not seen prettier :)ReplyDelete
So beautiful and serene!ReplyDelete
All lovely photos...i think windows and doors are so photographic. My fave is the 5th one from the top, love the grain of the wood and the contrast of color.ReplyDelete
I love robert frost's poetry..and what amazing pictures..I particularly like the last ones..Ive fallen in love with windows like thatReplyDelete
Spectacular, glorious, joyous colour!ReplyDelete