Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Poetry Tuesday: "The Pasture" by Robert Frost


The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
--Robert Frost

36 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Nothing like envisioning cow slobber first thing in the morning.
Cows do slobber, don't they?

Mamma has spoken said...

OH you found the California cows that are happy and content! They really do exsist! Now to find some California cheese :op

Leah J. Utas said...

Ahhhh, cows.

Madi and Mom said...

Morning BB,
Very nice picture and purrfect poem by Mr. Frost....mom really likes him too. Her favorite is the Road Less Taken...the last two lines of the poem are always running through her head.
Hugs Madi and Mom

Anne Gallagher said...

Betty, thank you for such a beautiful poem this morning. I do so love cows, whether from California or Maine. They're so peaceful, even if they do slobber.

Seams Inspired said...

Interesting imagery ;o) Thanks for the poetry culture. Happy Tuesday! :o)

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

Lovely picture. Incidentally, I just bought 5 kilos of brown sugar/jaggery today to donate to an animal sanctuary for the cows and goats there.

roxy said...

Robert Frost is one of my favorites! Thanks, Betty.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Lovely post, lovely poem.

Yvonne.

Joey @ Big Teeth and Clouds said...

I love Robert Frost. I think of or reference The Mending Wall at least once a week.

Out on the prairie said...

A particular calm can be found in a pasture. I find cows relaxing to watch.

Old Kitty said...

Awww that's so sweet!! I'm a coming too!! Thank you!!

Take care
x

citymouse said...

I really enjoyed this poem (and the lovely cows). Robert Frost is one of the few American poets I almost always enjoy. I think because I live where I do I appreciate his prespective on rural life.

Marlene said...

Good Mooooooo-rning, Bossy Betty!

(You just had to know SOMEONE would do that, eh?)

Baby Sister said...

There is just something about poetry that makes my heart happy. Thanks Betty. :)

Flartus said...

Oh, that reads so much like an Emily Dickinson poem! Perhaps I should read more Frost...

Gigi said...

What a peaceful picture. Ahh, if only I were in it now.

Copyboy said...

Ooo Oooo I acutally know that one!! I think. Oh wait, I'm thinking of a Walt Whitman poem. Nevermind.

Pat Tillett said...

Nice picture and poem!
Have you ever noticed that after a cow licks you, flies start landing on that spot immediately?

Ann said...

I would love to go too :)

Lisa said...

Your a Genius!!! to come up with these things. I would never think to post a Robert Frost and cows together but It works so nicely!

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

yes! I shall come to the pasture with you!

HulaBuns said...

I always love the poems you select. This one reminds me of the time Binderclips was driving and I was in the passenger seat. I kept dreaming about cows, so I thought - until I woke up to Binderclips mooing. His mooing resulted in the dreams about cows. Talk about messing with a person. ;)

Lin said...

Are those cows making my cottage cheese????

Ann Best said...

Robert Frost is one of my all time favorite poets. Seems simple and yet is so deep.

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Brian (not the cat) said...

I always wondered who the "you" is in this poem -- the reader?, God?, his lover?, his evil twin??, a day laborer to do the work for him? So many possibilities.

Brian (not the cat) said...

Betty, you've inspired me again:

A Frosty One


I worked all day out on the forlorn ridge,
Thinking of the beers I left in the fridge:
I had so longed to drink a frosty one.
Now excuse me while I go to fetch my gun.
I'll be right back.
Wait here.

Daisy said...

I would love to come too! Thanks for asking. Beautiful photo and loved the accompanying poem today too, Betty. :-)

NENSA MOON said...

Very nice poem, BB!
and the pic of the buffalos on the pasture were so gorgeous...

Happy wednesday.
hugs,
nensa

faye said...

Contented cows...

Cheeseboy said...

This poem totally reminds me of visiting my grandma-in-law's country home in the cold of fall.

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

That's a sweet poem, Betty. Happy Tuesday-Wednesday or thereabouts. Thanks for visiting our Pluto-Goofy standoff. xo

Zuzana said...

Thank you for that beuatiful summery picture, it makes me miss the summer so much.;) And winter has not even started yet...
xoxo

slommler said...

What a touching poem. I can see that little calf struggling to maintain it's upright position. Ha!
Hugs
SueAnn

Patti Lacy said...

Betty, you reminded me why Frost is a legend.

It's those little things, like "totter" and you may come too.

So gentlemanly yet enticing!!!

LOVE THIS PLACE!!
Love the rant on sneezing, too!:)
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jenny_o said...

My big question with this poem has always been: what does that farmer plan to do with that little calf? I think he's up to no good, like producing veal chops ...