A SATURATED meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, —
A temple of the hear.
There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun’s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.
We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.
Ephemeral, passing, brief. All the more lovely because it cannot last. But so lovely that additional time is wished for, no matter how fleeting.
This poem is about the love of things that cannot last. “Jewel small, where winds were quite excluded, wings of color tinged the atmosphere.” A prayer is issued to grant a “grace of hours” to extend the beauty just a little longer. The scene is so lovely it draws the beholder out to enjoy the moment in a confusion of flowers.
this peom is amazing! im going 2 read it in front of my class. Jodie and Jemia: calling this peom gay wont make u straight.
this is my favorite poem by robert frost!!!also its a really good poem so don’t call it gay
my comment is mostly for jodie and jemia. are you retarded? you are criticizing a beautiful poem and calling it gay, even though you have not read it. i suppose i just answered my own question. yes you are retarded. i guess it makes sense then that you based your opinion of this poem off a song by outkast. way to fuckin suck at life.
A great poem by a great poet.
Dude this poem is amazing. i have grown up reading his poems and this is one of the best i can remember my sister reading to me. yet some people dont apprcieate good potery. its quite sad.
I don’t like robert frost so i didn’t read this .True.
I only like the song “Roses” by OutKast.
Rose pogonias sounds a bit gay. Besides, If it sounds Gay, I guess it sums up the whole Poem.