Country Calling ~Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Quotations by Robert Frost ~
"Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favour."
~ The Black Cottage, 1914
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."
~ The Death of the Hired Man, 1914
"The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people."
~ The Gift Outright, 1942
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference"
~ The Road Not Taken, 1916
"The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and
ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love."
~ Collected Poems, 1939 'The Figure a Poem Makes'
"No Tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.
No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader."
~ Collected Poems, 1939, 'The Figure a Poem Makes
"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being."
"I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down."
~ Interviews with Robert Frost, 1966 ~ Edward Lathem
Source: The Oxford Dictionary of QUOTATIONS OXFORD, University Press, 2001
Note: Please join us when Neil Paul reads Robert Frost, Thursday, November 24 at 1:00 p.m.
"Most of the change we think we see in life
Is due to truths being in and out of favour."
~ The Black Cottage, 1914
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."
~ The Death of the Hired Man, 1914
"The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people."
~ The Gift Outright, 1942
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference"
~ The Road Not Taken, 1916
"The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and
ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love."
~ Collected Poems, 1939 'The Figure a Poem Makes'
"No Tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.
No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader."
~ Collected Poems, 1939, 'The Figure a Poem Makes
"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being."
"I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down."
~ Interviews with Robert Frost, 1966 ~ Edward Lathem
Source: The Oxford Dictionary of QUOTATIONS OXFORD, University Press, 2001
Note: Please join us when Neil Paul reads Robert Frost, Thursday, November 24 at 1:00 p.m.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Looking For A Sunset Bird In Winter ~
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place,
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
~ Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1964
(Reminder: Neil Paul will be at The Neat Little Bookshop on Thursday, Nov. 24, reading Robert Frost. Please join us!)
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place,
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
~ Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1964
(Reminder: Neil Paul will be at The Neat Little Bookshop on Thursday, Nov. 24, reading Robert Frost. Please join us!)
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday Story Hour ~When Benjamin Franklin was asked "What condition of man most deserves pity?"he replied, "A lonesome man on a rainy day who does not know how to read." *
Story Hour every Wednesday after school is when we share stories about our day and introduce friends and pets, as well as read a story.Story Hour Yvonne was missed on Wednesday. Hurry back, Yvonne and Maddie. Everyone welcome. Children under three must be accompanied by an adult. 3:30 pm - 5:00.Thank you Alyhsia, our co-op student, for your participation.
Photos: 1/ Lily with her new friend, Sammy 2/ Eric helping with tea and cookies
* THE LITTLE, BROWN BOOK OF Anecdotes, Clifton Fadiman, 1985
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