To Earthward – Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

To Earthward

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963


In dieser Woche war meine Aufgabe bei 52frames ein mir zugewiesenes Gedicht fotografisch zu interpretieren! Gar nicht so einfach, ich hab das bisher schon mit deutschen Gedichten nicht sehr oft gemacht! Mit ein bisschen Hilfe hat das dann doch ganz gut geklappt, wie ich finde! Danke dafür, Dzemal 😘

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