by Robert Frost
I LEFT you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me and not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.
~This is one of my favorite poems ever written. If I'm feeling a little unsettled or discouraged, peotry can uplift me. As with most poetry, I feel the meaning is left for individual interpretation. I'd love to hear your thoughts on what this poem is saying to you...
As always, I'm so happy you stopped by. I hope your day is filled with beautiful words and flowers...xo