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Poem by Robert Lee Frost The Aim Was Song Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night In any rough place where it caught. Man came to tell it what was wrong: I hadn’t found the place to blow; It blew too hard--the aim was song. And listen--how it ought to go! He took a little in his mouth, And held it long enough for north To be converted into south, And then by measure blew it forth. By measure. It was word and note, The wind the wind had meant to be-- A little through the lips and throat. The aim was song--the wind could see. Robert Lee Frost Robert Lee Frost's other poems: 1230 Views |
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