This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Robert Frost.
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating ’round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in midair stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet, known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his poetic use of American colloquial speech. Frost frequently wrote about settings from rural New England in the early 20th century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. Frequently honored during his lifetime, Frost is the only poet to receive four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of America’s rare public literary figures, almost an artistic institution, and was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works.
