Friday, March 9, 2012

illustration friday (yield)


Reluctance

by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

12 comments:

  1. One from Dylan Thomas back at you!

    DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO
    THAT GOOD NIGHT

    Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,
    Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    For Debbie who has a great fondness for running shoes!

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  2. Lovely job and perspective on the shoes and I totally love the lettering. And a very terrific poem. :)

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  3. I wish we could meet for tea or coffee. You seem so thoughtful and reflective. Wonderful quote/illo.

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  4. Lovely work. Robert Frost is a favourite of mine!

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  5. Dear Debbie,
    Thank you for the lovely post and the poem. My friend gave me his book at high school ... He always makes me a bit melancholic.
    Kind regards,Sadami

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  6. I really like this post, the combination of your art and the bit of poetry. Fills my heart with wistfulness for the ending of winter here...if, it weren't for the sights and smells of spring in the air. And the end of a season is a beginning.

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  7. Wonderful poem and i love your illustration

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  8. I love the line work of the illustration and the poem, the word and the illo all go so well together!

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  9. you have a very cool style. nice work.

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  10. I find your illustrative style emotionally evocative. it all certainly potrays the emotion I believe you want to express. I am pleased to find the time and come and view your work.

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  11. Love it. Frost has a way with words and you have a way with lines and colors - and a gift to combine the two! Very striking and...filling.

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