Wednesday, July 29, 2015


I apologize for neglecting this blog.  The few readers I have deserve better.

Closing with this poem by Robert Frost:


Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
He knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward.
He waited (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure.
The age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas Age imposed on poems
Their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
That overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past.  The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.


1 comment:

  1. Linc,

    Perhaps you will change your decision to stop posting as many of us respect your opinions and perspective, but if not I wish you less struggles with your ailments and more peace of mind and comfort and joy with life.

    Joe Pugnetti