Poetry Friday
Robert Frost, here in a
contemplative mood, his poem given a quite background of soft impressionistic
watercolors. Young has made no attempt to interpret the words with camera-crisp
precision. Wisely, he offers a muted palette that gently hints at the feelings
and images evoked by the words.
I'm particularly fond of
this poem -- here are four of my favorite lines.
Soon the sun's warmth makes
them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching
on the snow-crust --
Such heaps of broken glass
to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome
of heaven had fallen.
4 comments:
This is one of my favorites by Frost! (And we had a birch tree growing up, although we were NEVER allowed to swing it's branches, regrettably...)
I love Ed Young's work so I thank you for showcasing the book that pays tribute to Robert Frost.
Is this a new book? I've been trying to locate it in our libraries but to no avail - the combination of Frost's voice and Young's art is bound to be awesome.
Birches was published in 2002 and is available from Amazon.
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