One of my earliest (and most impactful) memories of poetry is a song titled "The Pasture" by Robert Frost that my Father’s Glee Club at Virginia Tech had recorded onto vinyl and was around my house growing up. I remember the lyrics resonated deeply within my spirit and the hushed voices of the ending were eternal in their resonance. Listening to the song performed again always brings me “the gift of tears”.
The Pasture
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
I love the simplicity of Frost and his subtle imagery. I am sure that this memory must also have inspired your love of both poetry and song, perhaps leading to your present-day combinations of both, which are simply beautiful in their artistry.
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