September 25,2007
The wailing of the six o’clock train woke me up. With this northwest breeze it sounds like it is passing through my own driveway. I was surprised that Kyle was not in bed. He was going to sleep in my room, but he didn’t last all night. I snore in my sleep and that might have motivated him to go sleep with his Vovó. I have to drive him to school today because Cristina is working. She is now nursing in the intensive care unit of the neurology department and that makes her schedule less flexible.
Yesterday the weather was great, cool and dry. The sky was deep blue, not a cloud. At night an almost full moon made me recall Robert Frost:
I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain and back in rain
I have out walked the farthest city light,
I have looked down the saddest city lain
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes unwilling to explain,
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say goodbye
And further still at an unearthly height
A luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right…
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have made a resolution for this fall: I am going to spend as much of it as I can with the poetry of Robert Frost. I love New England’s fall and somehow Robert Frost is an integral part of that predilection of mine. Since I have to be American, I thank God that I am a New Englander. I would not want to be any other kind of American.
I remember Seeing Robert Frost on TV reciting a poem at John Kennedy’s inauguration ceremony. He was old already 86 and his voice was weak. He had written a poem for the occasion, but could not read it because the glare from the snow blinded him, so he recited another poem that he had written before and that I do not like at all.
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No meu blog picofaxial.bogspt.com, este texto traz uma foto de Roberto Frost para os mais curiosos.
