Monthly Archives: February 2011

Spring Pools


It is richer than the most vivid dream, Nor is it a mere mental image. The closest term to describe the experience, of reading Robert Frost’s words would be, teleportation. Yes it is as if we have actually been teleported to the place and not as ourselves but as someone whose senses enhanced to superhuman levels, we see every little detail and sharper, we smell and hear to everything keener and our minds soar in ecstasy. Thanks to Outwardeyes, I indulged in reading poetry today.
Spring Pools — Robert Frost
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods-
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.