On The Heart’s Beginning To Cloud
The Mind Poem By Robert Frost,
Something I saw or thought I saw
In the desert at midnight in Utah,
Looking out of my lower berth
At moonht sky and moonlit earth.
The sky had here and there a star;
The earth had a single light afar,
A flickering, human pathetic light,
That was maintained against the nIght,
It seemed to me, by the people there,
With a God-forsaken brute despair.
It would Hutter and fall in half an hour
Like the last petal off a Hower.
But my heart was beginning to cloud my mind.
I knew a tale of a better kmd.
That far light flickers because of trees.
The people can bum it as long as they please:
And when their interests in it end,
They can leave it to someone else to tend.
Come back that way a summer hence,
I should find it no more no less intense.
I pass, but scarcely pass no doubt,
When one will say, ~Let us put it out.’
The other Without demur agrees.
They can keep it burning as long as they please,
They can put it out whenever they please.
One looks out last from the darkened room
At the shiny desert with spots of gloom
That might be people and are but cedar,
Have no purpose, have no leader,
Have never made the first move to assemble,
And so are nothing to make her tremble.
She can think of places that are not thus
Without indulgmg a ‘Not for us!’
LIfe is not so sinIster-grave.
Matter of fact has made them brave.
He IS husband, she is wife.
She fears not hun, they fear not hfe.
They know where another hght has been
And more than one to theirs akIn,
But earlier out for bed tomght,
So lost on me in my surface flight.
Tills I saw when wakmg late,
Going by at a railroad rate,
Looking through wreaths of engme smoke
Far into the hves of other folk.