May 24, 2010

Clarity


Jolanda and I at The Bookworm

Here's a (relevant) Robert Frost poem I copied on a scrap from this bookstore in China:

VOICEWAYS

Some things are never clear.
But the weather is clear tonight,
Thanks to a clearing rain.
The mountains are brought up near,
The stars are brought out bright,
Your old sweet cynical strain
Would come in like you here:
"So we won't say nothing is clear."

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