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
I-love-you’s,
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.

30 Comments

      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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