Robert Frost’s “The Sound of the Trees”

Robert Frost (woodblock print)

Robert Frost ( woodblock print )

 

Another woodblock print, this time of a youngish Robert Frost, and his poem, “The Sound of the Trees.”

THE SOUND OF THE TREES
Robert Frost
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to say.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

( A postcard with a reproduction of the woodblock image of Robert Frost can be ordered here. )

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A 19th-century romantic poet trying to get by in the 21st-century.
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2 Responses to Robert Frost’s “The Sound of the Trees”

  1. emangarduque says:

    Great great great poem. Mr. Frost is one of my motivators why I am into poetry now.

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