Tree at my Window
by Robert Frost
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Odd that you put this up. My sister and I were just enthusing about the look of the trees outside today. An ice storm left them encased in ice yet the sun is out and it's a beautiful day, so they're sparkling madly. Very cool. And of course, the poet's name would be Frost.
ReplyDeleteAbout a week ago I really had a 'missed opportunity' as I was about without my camera. It was a day as you described, the sun out simply beautiful and every bush and tree was sparkling with a bit of frost. I really should have learned by now not to leave without it - my camera!
ReplyDeleteI was tempted to take photos but it was so drippy out. Water and cameras are not a good match. Some things you just have to remember. It was glorious; it really was.
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