When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night bee too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'
-Robert Frost
3 comments:
Happy new year Nashria:)
Long time no see.
To begin an year s blogging with a Robert frost poem is auspicious.(Deepak the great feels so) :):)
These blogs r lovely,dark and deep,
But I have visiters to peep
Bloges and Bloges to go before I sleep (How is my parody) :):) ?
Great, Deepak!
I love that (original) poem! It's one of my favourites =)
'cept that sweet birdie might,
a tasty morsel for some night beast bee...
*chuckle*
Happy New Year, Nasher
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