Friday, February 24, 2012

Poetry Friday: Memory

Another forgotten poem by New Hampshire's Thomas Bailey Aldrich.

My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'T was noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

And really, which memory is more valuable?

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8 comments:

Tara said...

So lovely...especially this image of the wind:

Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

I love the delicacy of that.

Diane Mayr said...

Which memory? The scent memory! Scent memory can give you chills.

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

"The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;"

-- now only a poet can write those things. I agree with Tara, there is such delicate movement in the lines here. :) Thanks for sharing

Books4Learning said...

beautiful imagery

Linda at teacherdance said...

Myra took my words. I love the idea of wind crisping the brook. Thank you for the beautiful poem.

Tabatha said...

I agree with the others -- great poem, Sally!

I'm Jet . . . said...

Very excellent choice, Sally.

Ruth said...

This is wonderful! Thanks for sharing it.