Two Tramps in Mudtime
Feb. 22nd, 2005 12:30 pmI egregiously misquoted this poem to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rm the other day, and it's been rattling around in my mind ever since. At first it starts out as this sort of generic Frost-ian ditty about chopping wood in the forest, when two tramps come along, and sort of violently object to Frost playing at work that they could be getting paid for. Lots of seasonal imagery etc. But then the end just hits you.
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
It is, I suppose, just a long-winded way of simply saying laborare est orare. But I like it anyway. Read the rest of the poem here.
rm the other day, and it's been rattling around in my mind ever since. At first it starts out as this sort of generic Frost-ian ditty about chopping wood in the forest, when two tramps come along, and sort of violently object to Frost playing at work that they could be getting paid for. Lots of seasonal imagery etc. But then the end just hits you. But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
It is, I suppose, just a long-winded way of simply saying laborare est orare. But I like it anyway. Read the rest of the poem here.