February 13th, 2009 / 1:48 pm
 Excerpts

Putting in the Seed By Robert Frost

This man does not write poetry, but he does play tennis. I think about him a great deal, usually when I am naked.

It’s warm and sunny here in New York and the days are getting longer. I know, it’s only February. I know that the wind is causing all sorts of tragedy. But it IS boobs/chesticles friday. (I think I am the only one not ready to give up boobs/chesticles friday.)  And it has been positively Spring-like here. Time to make babies! I want to make babies with this man to our left. And speaking of baby making, Robert Frost wrote this wonderfully raw poem about Spring-time lust and fecundity:

   PUTTING IN THE SEED

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea);
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a Springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

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11 Comments

  1. February 13th, 2009 / 8:19 pm peter berghoef—

      in these troubling times we need titties more than ever

      “seed”

  2. February 13th, 2009 / 4:19 pm peter berghoef—

      in these troubling times we need titties more than ever

      “seed”

  3. February 13th, 2009 / 4:46 pm pr—

      I’m glad you think so, Peter. Man tits are all I have right now, but I’ll start drinking in a few hours and we’ll see if I come up with anything else.

      Verdasco once signed my kids’ tennis balls. Then, he did it again. The second time, my kids didn’t even want him to sign another time, but I wanted to stand there next to him again, while he sigend away.

  4. February 14th, 2009 / 3:33 am ryan—

      man, i meant to comment on this post all day. i had real things to say for once. but it was a long day at work with no time for playing around on the interweb. now i am pooped and my brain is less than functional.

  5. February 13th, 2009 / 11:33 pm ryan—

      man, i meant to comment on this post all day. i had real things to say for once. but it was a long day at work with no time for playing around on the interweb. now i am pooped and my brain is less than functional.

  6. February 15th, 2009 / 3:24 am ryan—

      my name isn’t fernando…. oh wait, i see…

  7. February 14th, 2009 / 11:24 pm ryan—

      my name isn’t fernando…. oh wait, i see…

  8. February 17th, 2009 / 6:24 pm Jereme Dean—

      pr i still enjoy boobs/chesticles friday.

  9. February 17th, 2009 / 2:24 pm Jereme Dean—

      pr i still enjoy boobs/chesticles friday.

  10. February 18th, 2009 / 2:35 am pr—

      Yeah Jereme! I am working on a post- to justify htmlgiant keeping this up. not that we need history on our side. Chaucer nya nya. But while you were gone, I posted a very silly hockey post and then took it down cause someone said “this post will be the demise of htmlgiant” and so I got embarrassed and sad. But i want to defend our desire to be dumb. It deserves a defense. Working on it? Love you Jereme.

  11. February 17th, 2009 / 10:35 pm pr—

      Yeah Jereme! I am working on a post- to justify htmlgiant keeping this up. not that we need history on our side. Chaucer nya nya. But while you were gone, I posted a very silly hockey post and then took it down cause someone said “this post will be the demise of htmlgiant” and so I got embarrassed and sad. But i want to defend our desire to be dumb. It deserves a defense. Working on it? Love you Jereme.