Our Winter Poet

January 10, 2006 @ 3:10 am | Filed under:

Now Close the Windows
by Robert Frost

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

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  1. Karen E. says:

    Do you choose a poet each season to spend time with? What a wonderful idea!

    (And btw, thanks for the quote of the week award 😉 Word has it that Mr. Putter’s attempts to capture anything on paper were pitiful.)

  2. Vegan Momma says:

    I love Robert Frost.

    My daughter and I spend a few weeks talking about a particular person. We both enjoy it.