I've had Robert Frost's Acquainted with the Night poem stuck in my head intermittently for awhile now. There is something about the rhythm and feel of that poem, even though I have trouble remembering the words.
Tonight the poem really seemed to fit. I was taking recycling out to the end of our driveway and glancing at the stars peaking out from over the tree tops. Crickets sang thier summer song while a cool breeze carried the soft scents of freshness. Looking around and feeling everything the line about walking past the furthest city light hit me.
Kind of ironic in a way, from the end of our street the city skyline is visible.
Who knew that taking the recycling out could be so... tranquil? I had to think a moment, but that's the word I want. I think. It's kind of how I felt reading your description of taking the recycling out, with the poem going through your head. Thank you for sharing that moment :)
ReplyDelete~ Rhonda Parrish
Hello! 1st-time visitor to your excellent site. Post reminds me of poet, Masaoka Shigi, who wrote:
ReplyDeleteカブフィールドに排便。市内の遠くに点灯します。
I too see the city lights from my road and, over the years, they have got much closer.