Friday, January 26

Mantra

The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.

There is our wildest mount–a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.

- Robert Frost, Riders from West-Running Brook, 1928

2 comments:

jon said...

Love the layout, and the blog!! :)

avoidance said...

Hehe, thanks Jon!

I'm still trying to figure out how to get rid of the header thing and recreate a semblence of the old blog. Blogger template code looks a lot different from a few years ago!