He halted in the wind, and - what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on) .
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
He's remembering a moment in time not just any time, a moment that would be the best time in his life, that probably took place in the month of march. he's not just reflecting, something cause him to go back to that place in time perhaps the maples, pales. A moment in time he can never retrieve again.
This poem, to me, is about the passage of time, and how we can confuse the beautiful miracles of the present with ghosts from our past. How we are, like the beech, just trying to hold onto something that is already dead. If we are observant enough, we will see the obvious beauty of the miraculous things that are happening, right now. And that we can take it in, acknowledge them, and go about our business once we have. pretense can be false. Take a closer look. Makes one wonder about their interpretations of such obviously beautiful poetry. Moving on.
I always love his style...So natural by hand and poetic emotion..It simply beautiful words spelled on a paper now in a screen where we can feel it gorgeousness..wonderful _Unwritten Soul
Cute and crystal clearly composed and presented, a fascinating poem by Robert Frost, our Classic Poet number One.on Poem Hunter Poem Site worldwide.
Beautiful poem with a meaningful message. So well crafted and executed.
A wonderful imagination poetically articulated. Kingsley Egbujkole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really heart's close poem. We must read poems through our heart not eyes.