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One of my more recent works...
I sometimes find myself involved in small excursions of learning or revisits of learning from my past... Most often these bursts are related to things that I feel relate to work that I am doing... Sometimes it's music and sometimes it may be writings or philosophy. I have gone on a number of passion quests reading poetry from past and present poets; however, I find I often come back to those poets who have well established themselves in time.
In this case I found myself drawn to the poet Robert Frost and his work "Tree at My Window" which I found very compelling. I think perhaps because it notes the bond that can often occur between humans and our wooded brethren. There are few things of which we can claim such kinship as trees... from the dawn of our time to our present day they have given us shelter, warmth, and protection like no other natural entity. Robert Frost is just one of many poets who has spoken of this often unspoken bond we feel and carrying forth his words, my work is for me what I see through his words.
TREE AT MY WINDOW by Robert Frost
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
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