Friday, May 23, 2008

The Investment

                  

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?

 

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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 23, 2008 at 7:53 AM

    I love Robert Frost.  Great entry Rosemary.  Have a nice holiday weekend.
    Hugs, Joyce

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  2. AnonymousMay 23, 2008 at 8:07 AM

    reminds me of the movie The Piano for some reason; great poem

    enjoy your weekend Rosemary and stay safe

    betty

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  3. AnonymousMay 23, 2008 at 9:45 AM

    Have a great holiday weekend.  Try to fit in fun!

    Krissy :)
    http://journals.aol.com/fisherkristina/SometimesIThink

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  4. AnonymousMay 23, 2008 at 10:19 AM

    Hope you have a great Memorial Day Weekend.
    Missie

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  5. AnonymousMay 23, 2008 at 12:49 PM

    Can't go wrong with Robert Frost. Have a great safe happy week-end :)......alice

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  6. AnonymousMay 26, 2008 at 12:52 PM

    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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