Let's Celebrate Frost!
Robert Frost: what a poet. What a Man-of-Letters. Today is Robert Frost Day on Jive To The Monkey. And we celebrate in style: I recently wrote a song in homage of Frost's depictions of rural New England life. I call it "North of Boston," the title of Frost's second published collection of poems. Now, here for you, I, B-Dog will reprint the lyrics to my song, and follow it with links that will take you to four of the Frostian poems that inspired me: "Stopped By Woods On A Snowy Evening," "Dust Of Snow," "Birches," and "After Apple-Picking."
Any evil-doers who happen to be lurking in the shadows, be forewarned: B-Dog's songs are fully copyrighted. Attempts to steal North of Boston or any part thereof will result in a legal smackdown of the highest order.
North Of Boston
(first verse)
Top floor loft in the middle of the city. We lie in bed and read the Laureate.Your voice so soft, recite a little ditty. Pastoral paradise, we’ll get there yet.
Close the book, we’ll drive all night, to see the sites we’ve seen so many times,
in our minds ….
(chorus)
We’ll go north of Boston, ride the tops on all the birches till they dip us down again;
Trees that crack their outer sheaths of green to show the white beneath.
Let’s out-walk the furthest city light, and stop between the woods and a frozen lake,
Feel the sweep of wind and downy flake …. Let’s get lost in love north of Boston.
(second verse)
We’ve run on fumes for quite awhile. Jams and deadlines lose us in the pack.
Smog can rob me of your smile. Winter in the pines could bring it back.
And in the Spring we’ll go again, or we could go at apple picking time;
I’ll help you climb.
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(bridge)
I bet that you would laugh to see the crow shake down on me
a dust of snow from a hemlock tree
(REPEAT CHORUS)
That's the end, folks. And now for the links to some great Frost poems. Enjoy:
http://www.online-literature.com/frost/751/
http://www.online-literature.com/frost/743/
http://www.online-literature.com/frost/742/
http://www.online-literature.com/frost/741/
posted by Bobby @ 7:36 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
Um can you please tell Mr. Frost to get the @#*% outta here cuz we are #(%&#()% tired of him this $(%&#)%# year?
This message has been brought to you by peace, love, and 60 degree weather.
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Actually, Mr. Frost was something of a tyrant in his old age. If he knew you had besmirched him, he'd probably wop you with an umbrella or something. You're lucky he has long since gone to that big birch tree in the sky.
So, who has taken the links to these poems? Any thoughts? Who are some of your favorite poets? (the subtitle of this comment should be: can we have any discussions of substance on "Jive To The Monkey?)
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