Frost tribute, thanks to my spouse,
considering an apartment in the city desperately in need of cleaning.
Reason 2,342,456 I love Lisa (for knowing the poem)
Reason 4,204 may be found on her blog by clicking here.
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considering an apartment in the city desperately in need of cleaning.
Reason 2,342,456 I love Lisa (for knowing the poem)
| Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
| 9. The Oven Bird |
| THERE is a singer everyone has heard, | |
| Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, | |
| Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. | |
| He says that leaves are old and that for flowers | |
| Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. | 5 |
| He says the early petal-fall is past | |
| When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers | |
| On sunny days a moment overcast; | |
| And comes that other fall we name the fall. | |
| He says the highway dust is over all. | 10 |
| The bird would cease and be as other birds | |
| But that he knows in singing not to sing. | |
| The question that he frames in all but words | |
| Is what to make of a diminished thing. |
Reason 4,204 may be found on her blog by clicking here.
Labels: frost, lisa, poetry, repro
| posted by Unknown @ 10/16/2008 08:05:00 PM
