December 16, 2008


  • 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.

     

    Robert Frost

     

     

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