Now Close the Windows

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,
I 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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Robert! I have taken an immediate fancy to your poem. It is lyrical and somehow it calms my soul. My best wishes.

Светлана Барашко   07.09.2010 11:19     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Svetlana! Hopefully, in Russian, these poems are beautiful, too.

Роберт Ли Фрост   07.09.2010 13:36   Заявить о нарушении