[1373] Acceptance

Guest poem sent in by Krithika <krithika.akkaraju@>

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night bee too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'

	-- Robert Frost

Leave it to Frost to present readers with a lovely montage of Nature's best
moments. It's in fleeting expressions like these that the deepest
reflections can be found. Makes you wonder if you ever really ever lived
life for the 'sheer pleasure of flying'

Krithika

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From: Suresh Ramasubramanian <suresh@>

Martin Julian DeMello writes on 10/17/2003 6:09 AM:
> Guest poem sent in by Krithika <krithika.akkaraju@> 
> 
> 'Acceptance'
> 
>  When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud

God, this poem is beautiful.  And best of all, I'm currently in Boston 
on a business trip.  Just seeing the countryside around Boston in 
november, when the weather is pleasant, and when the full blast of 
winter hasn't set in as yet ... well, all I can say is that this poem 
perfectly fits into all this.