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Robert Frost - Putting in the Seed

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea);
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a Springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

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Putting in the Seed - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost (Robert Frost Art)
Poem: 14. Putting in the Seed
Volume: Mountain Interval
Year: Published/Written in 1916
Poem of the Day: Aug 25 2003

Comment 28 of 28, added on May 23rd, 2007 at 2:55 PM.

Frost is at the DINNER table for his final meal of the day. His personal season of fertility is over. He observes. He is aware of the trials for the seed. But the seed is already planted and he cannot control it with his own will. It will grow without Frost's control. The trick is to watch and allow life to be.

Shirley Eliakis from United States
Comment 27 of 28, added on March 1st, 2007 at 11:12 AM.

well, in my opinon Frost has written some good poems, however do you really think he spent all his time thinking over every word so it meant something - because i certainly don't, i think people add symbolism to make themselves sound intelligent!

Heidi from United Kingdom
Comment 26 of 28, added on January 14th, 2007 at 1:16 PM.

poems Mr.mahmoud ghoochani for

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Nobody aware of his future

I want to go .
May be I don’t come back again . and maybe come back .
Nobody aware of his future .
I want to write again .
Even my pen is broken and my heart be annihilated…
But I am in a mood to do this … .
I want to look at the reality rightly and tell them to other .
I want to be with you again …
Nobody aware of his future …
Maybe I come back soon …
Nobody aware of his future , but I will come and speak to you about the fate of the storms .
I don’t want flower but I like the love very much .


Author : Mahmoud Ghoochani
Iran – Mashhad

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The simple words of the moments

The last passenger who takes the loneliness road , sees the night in which the tree of love left him a simple word . a shelterless stillness , a lonely evening , the mirage of horizon , scarcity of lyrics , to stay and leave , coming and going .
Are the black clouds upon the simple word of the moments .


Author : Mahmoud Ghoochani
Iran – Mashhad

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Name : Mahmoud
Surname : Ghoochani
Birth Certificate No : 1439
Date of Birth : February 4 , 1985
Address : P.O.BOX : 1383 – 91375
Mashhad - Iran
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mahmoud ghoochani from Iran

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