To Earthward

I have to do a paper on this poem for my english class. It's just about analyzing the meter and looking at the different rhythmic elements in it. While analyzing it I've really started to fall in love with it. And the poem really doesn't sound like a Frost poem all. Apparently, Frost refused to ever read this poem out loud. After reading it I'm sure you can tell why. Read it and let me know what you think!

To Earthward

By: Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of--was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.