Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Fragmentary Blue

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
2. The Demiurge’s Laugh
3. The Census-Taker
4. The Black Cottage
5. The Thatch

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 952

Последние стихотворения

To English version