Peter Buttsatchey (mernessa) wrote in r_w_emerson,
Peter Buttsatchey
mernessa
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This place is a little quiet, sadly. Emerson is always relevant. He's the fucking man. Anyway, I heard recently that Robert Frost's favorite poem was The Rhodora. I've always liked this poem, but I have a hard time imagining cranky, crazy old Robert Frost loving it that much. Well anyway, The Rhodora.


The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
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