Stars by Robert Frost
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
Dreamy etchings by San Francisco Bay Area artist, Gabriele Schwibach. You can view more of her beautiful artwork here. Wishing you a happy Sunday!
9 comments:
These are really beautiful. 'Dreamy' is definitely the right adjective!
Wow, so beautiful!
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Cheri
Its So Very Cheri
I love Robert Frost...beautiful post!
Kim
Love the artwork. Beautiful poem too.
Love the feeling of those etchings! So beautiful!
beautiful pieces!
thanks so much for leaving a comment on my blog today :-)
beautiful!
sooo beautiful! Robert Frost is my favorite poet, and I love how whimsical these etchings capture the essence of the poem! thanks for sharing!
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