A Fountain, A Bottle, A Donkey's Ears, and Some Books ~ by Robert Frost

Excerpts:
"We trod uncomfortably on crunching glass
Through a house stripped of everything
Except, it seemed, the poetess's poems.
Books, I should say! ~ if books are what is needed.
A whole edition in a packing case
That, overflowing like a horn of plenty,
Or like the poetess's heart of love,
Had spilled them near the window, toward the light,
where driven rain had wet and swollen them.
Enough to stock a village library ~

"... Books were not thrown irreverently about.
They simply lay where someone now and then,
Having tried one, had dropped it at his feet
And left it lying where it fell rejected.
Here were all those the poetess's life
Had been too short to sell or give away."

~ The Poetry of Robert Frost, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1969
Edited by Edward Connery Lathem

Neil Paul has hooked us on Frost. Thank you for coming by Neil. One of our favourites above but don't stop with the excerpts, you must read the entire poem.
Please Note: We like to think that our little blog is like a visit to the bookshop. Stay a while, pick up a book, engage in conversation with another reader or a local author. Take a walk around the village.