It may be altogether from one day.

HAPPINESS MAKES UP IN HEIGHT WHAT IT LACKS IN LENGTH

Oh, stormy stormy world,
The days you were not swirled
Around with mist and cloud,
Or wrapped as in a shroud,
And the sun’s brilliant ball
Was not in part or all
Obscured from mortal view —
Were days so very few
I can but wonder whence
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.
If my mistrust is right
It may be altogether
From one day’s perfect weather,
When starting clear at dawn,
The day swept clearly on
To finish clear at eve.
I verily believe
My fair impression may
Be all from that one day.
No shadow crossed but ours
As through the blazing flowers
We went from house to wood
For change of solitude.

–Robert Frost

6 thoughts on “It may be altogether from one day.”

And some Van Gogh at the end. 🙂

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I do love the way Robert Frost paints with his words.

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Another of Robert Frost’s enjoyable and easy to read poems.

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Beautiful words by Robert Frost. We had load shedding last night for two and a half hours so, once darkness fell after the first half an hour, I spent the next two sitting outside watching the stars come out. Two satellites crossed the sky in opposite directions, which reminded me of the excitement of the launch of Sputnik and of the awe with which my children used to pick out satellites at night. It has become so ‘old hat’ for some, while I imagine that such wonders are denied and thus unknown to many residents within the light polluted suburbs.

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