Notes from last week
For next week, our last class, we'll discuss poems of love, a nice antidote to
tonight's poems of death. Just as there are various forms of abundance,
loss, & death, so there are many different forms of love, not all of them stamped with the
Disneyland seal of approval. Please read the following, along with the Frost sonnet I'm including here.
This weeks poems
NEVER AGAIN WOULD BIRDS' SONG BE THE SAME
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
Frost