A Passing Glimpse Poem by Robert Frost
A Passing Glimpse
To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'
I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.
I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.
I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt-
Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth-
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.
Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?
Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
This is amazing. I should show this to my kids sometime I really believe they can reflect from it.
Heaven gives it glimpses only to those Not in position to look too close.....wonderful!
Heaven gives it glimpses only to those Not in position to look too close. // heaven gives its glimpses to those who are really divine souls carry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:28:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Torrrence! ! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.