The Investment
by Robert Frost.
Over back where they speak of life as staying
('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.
Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,
Among unearthed potatoes standing still,
Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,
With half an ear to the piano's vigor.
All that piano and new paint back there,
Was it some money suddenly come into?
Or some extravagance young love had been to?
Or old love on an impulse not to care--
Not to sink under being man and wife,
But get some color and music out of life?
6 comments:
I love Robert Frost. Great entry Rosemary. Have a nice holiday weekend.
Hugs, Joyce
reminds me of the movie The Piano for some reason; great poem
enjoy your weekend Rosemary and stay safe
betty
Have a great holiday weekend. Try to fit in fun!
Krissy :)
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Hope you have a great Memorial Day Weekend.
Missie
Can't go wrong with Robert Frost. Have a great safe happy week-end :)......alice
I definitely get enough color and music out of less, I strive for more of each whenever I can. (Hugs) Indigo
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