Menorise [men-oh-rIse]; the process of inculcation



Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay. 

4 comments:

  1. Wow, that is so lovely! Perfect for Springtime here in my territory...even though it's cloudy today. What a nice poem and thanks for sharing it with us.
    Grr and Woof,
    Sarge, Party Animal

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  2. Love us some Robert Frost! Back in the day, mom took a poetry class in university. The instructor said everyone had to memorize and recite a poem as part of the final. Mom memorized Frost's "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening". The instructor said everyone had to memorize a poem because one day it would impress someone. So the class ended and several weeks later mom was at a fountain-type ice cream shop that some friends owned. Her friend Jeannie picked up some tongs that were on the counter and asked aloud, "Whose tongs are these?" Without giving it any thought, the rhythm of the question prompted mom to go into a recitation of her memorized poem. Jeannie listened to the whole thing and then said, "Wow! I'm impressed!". Mom laughed cuz that was exactly what the instructor said would happen!

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    1. Hari OM
      oh that is a wonderful memory to have!!! Yx

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  3. that is great for spring.. althought written by a man named Frost :o)

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