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.
this poem has special gifts from God flowers, birds, bees and love..fabulous.. :)
Frost breaks the trichotomy of prayer, love and God. He finds the unity of the three in the beauty of the spring, the beauty of the present!
I have a question of the meaning of the last stanza. I understand that the poem asks to enjoy to beauty of the moment, Spring and not to worry about the uncertain harvest. In the first line of the last stanza, the mystery, beauty of Spring is love and nothing else is love. This is where my confusion begins. Is love/mystery/ beauty/spring reserved for God about....to use whatever way he wants. Does God, mystery, beauty of Spring need something.....are we the only fulfilment...or are we supposed fulfil something? I'm interested in what others might have to say.
To Andrew Hoellering: The last verse is not awkwardly expressed, it just isn't as simple as Frost usually is. It requires a high level of language skill to construe. He usually avoids this, but on this occasion found it necessary. It's extremely elegant, perhaps we find it difficult because it uses expressions which are no longer current ('the which') .
It's long but very good
this poem sucks, but with class. (see what I did there)
In this prayer, Frost has painted a beautiful portrait of the sping, in which he is careful to focus on the positive only. In the last verse... 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. Frost sees and feels God's love in the joy of all such beauty. And acknowledges God. He knows that it is all for God's purpose. And that without the sanctity of God's blessings, such could not, and would not be.