A Lover’s Quarrel with the World

The hurt is not enough.
It goes on
the way the dusk
acquainted with the night
is bullied into silence,
black and blue,
blows followed by
and this lover’s quarrel,
these promises to keep,
are lumps in the throat
lovely, dark and deep.

For I have had too much
of apple picking today,
and there’s no greater devotion
than being shore to ocean;
so come forth into the storm
and be my love in the rain,
as I’ve my own desert spaces
and nothing gold can stay.

This is a found poem stitching together some of my favorite lines from Robert Frost’s poetry, and so I can only take credit for the arrangement of what was already greatly composed symphonies of words. The title is taken from Frost’s epitaph: “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.”

The artwork is featured from Writing Forward.


      1. abigfatcanofworms

        I have inexplicably deleted your comment from “Sky Ink”. 😦 It happens occasionally. I go to reply and then somehow the screen all flickers about and the comment disappears and I am none the wiser as to my error. I was going to reply “Thank you. I was wondering if I could incorporate the ginger bread stars my children stamped out yesterday. So many stars in my life. :-)”

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  1. Little Charmer

    I had to study Frost at University – I didn’t really appreciate his writing then. It’s only as I’ve gotten older I’ve realised what I was missing out on.

    The imagery in your own piece is stunning as always my friend. Beautiful 🖤🖤

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