 To the Thawing Wind by: Robert Frost |
| Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do to-night, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit's crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o'er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door. |
Monday, March 27, 2006
Poetry Monday
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3 comments:
Frost is fantastic. I love the movement in this poem I can picture the poet running out the door at the end...
Amanda
Perfect poem for the weather. I heard that if we have 3 more days of rain in March, we'll set a new record.
Yeah more Frost! I just love him!
That is a great poem for the weather today. I especially like this line: "melt the glass and leave the sticks; like a hermits crucifix"... Oooh that gives me chills!
The picture looks like you guys were having fun on your jeep jamboree!
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