Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Tree At My Window

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

-Robert Frost


Blue Witch said...

A nice tree.  What sort is it?

la peregrina said...

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you, please
Don't fence me in



Blue Witch said...

Ah, we don't have those here, thought I didn't recognise it.  Mind you, it says, "Cottonwoods grow only in wet soil and are found along lakes, riverbanks and irrigation ditches throughout the southwest." so, by that definition, should it be growing where it is?

la peregrina said...

No, it is the reason why the grass on that side of the house always looks as if it needs more watering-it does.  That big old tree is sucking up every drop of water.  People plant these trees because they grow so fast creating shade a lot sooner than other trees.  The fact that cottonwoods love wet soil is evident when you are driving across our flat endless plains and see a line of cottonwoods off in the distance.  You can be pretty sure you will find at least a creek or an irrigation ditch if you head over to where they are standing.