Jon...I like 1 & 3. I HATE the noxious yellow in #2 (funny it should be #2, oui?)
Robt. Frost The Pasture Spring (1915)
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
And also, from Frost's The Death of the Hired Man:
Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it.
Hi, Donald - thanks a bundle! Beckers order's gone, did you see the latest artciel on Matt Inness"s "Underpaintings" blog? ... Now, what do I know by Frost? - not those.. let me think now...
Jon...I like 1 & 3. I HATE the noxious yellow in #2 (funny it should be #2, oui?)
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The Pasture Spring (1915)
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
And also, from Frost's The Death of the Hired Man:
ReplyDeletePart of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw
And spread her apron to it.
Hi, Donald - thanks a bundle! Beckers order's gone, did you see the latest artciel on Matt Inness"s "Underpaintings" blog? ... Now, what do I know by Frost? - not those.. let me think now...
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