Resolution

December 31, 2005 @ 9:01 pm | Filed under: , ,

This year: to keep hold of the important things, stopping to restack the load as often as necessary.

The Armful
by Robert Frost

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with—hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.


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    Tracy Q says:

    Robert Frost is my favorite poet, and I LOVED reading this!