Atmosphere

Atmosphere by Robert Lee Frost
Inscription for a Garden Wall

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;

But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,

They eddy over it too toppling weak

To blow the earth or anything self-clear;

Moisture and color and odor thicken here.

The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.

Photo by A.A.

Fire and Ice

"Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;     
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Imagem: 

Georges Lemmen (1865-1916), Plage à Heist, 1891

Oil on wood

H. 37.5; W. 45.7 cm

Paris, Musée d'Orsay

© RMN (Musée d'Orsay) / Gérard Blot

Fragmentary Blue

"Fragmentary Blue" by Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

Gérard Rancinan, Sandra Swami

Hannibal

"Hannibal" by Robert Frost

Was there even a cause too lost,

Ever a cause that was lost too long,

Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain

For the generous tears of youth and song?

Hannibal Fighting a Roman Legion in the Alps (School of Raphael, ca. 1534-1549)

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