Robert Frost – Putting in the Seed [Poem]
Putting in the Seed
Robert Frost
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see
| If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes |
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This poem can be found in Robert Frost’s collection: Mountain Interval
[ Which can be downloaded for FREE --
Amazon (Kindle) or Project Gutenberg ( Nook/other Formats) ]
