Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Hyla Brook

ravenna creek,seattle
Today again I'm posting another Robert Frost creek poem and... another photo of Seattle's Ravenna Creek. This time Ravenna Creek is standing in for "Hyla Brook". I thought I should do this poem before June slips all the way away: "By June our brook's run out of song and speed..."

What I like best about this poem, though, is not the water imagery. It's the last line when I suddenly realize it's not about Hyla or Ravenna either one. It's about... (Well, what do you think it's about? Or who?)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Going For Water

ravenna creek,seattle
I've been gazing, for more than a day now, at a site nearly blank save for a few luminous raindrops. What to write first? What to read first -- or rather which of the recordings stored here on my computer to post first ?

I opted for Robert Frost's "Going for Water". It seemed a bit counterintuitive at first: Here in the long warm days of late June, I post a poem about autumn falling into winter.


It feels right.

It's a poem about a creek long ago in New England. It's a poem about a creek restored to its own in Seattle. (At least to me it is.) Stored on my computer I have a picture labeled Ravenna Creek Reflection.

I will have so many decisions to make about what direction to go in these multimedia posts. I'm starting with a creek that I have followed many times. In some sense metaphoric sense, I go where the creek goes.

Printable Copy of Going for Water