The Need of Being Versed in Verse
September 10, 2016
Litchfield Female Academy Embroidery
CAROLINE, a homeschooling mother, writes:
I’m kind of enjoying what my daughter and I are studying. Our poet is Robert Frost. I came to a new appreciation of his work through your blog. Today we read the following and it brought tears to my eyes (but not my daughter’s of course). I find poems more poignant when read aloud.
The Need of Being Versed in Country Things (from New Hampshire, 1923)
— Robert Frost
The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place’s name.
No more it opened with all one end
For teams that came by the stony road
To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
And brush the mow with the summer load.
The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.
Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
And the aged elm, though touched with fire;
And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;
And the fence post carried a strand of wire.
For them there was really nothing sad.
But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,
One had to be versed in country things
Not to believe the phoebes wept.
