In April I found that I enjoyed sharing poetry with the blog so much that I’m going to keep doing it on a semi-regular basis. Pretty much it will be when I find a poem I feel like sharing, and some will be rich in meaning while others will be here for the beauty of the verse. The lucky ones will be both beautiful and meaningful. (However, when my high school sophomore English class studied some poems I wrote, they found tons of meaning in a poem that was literally about clouds, so there’s no telling that we see what the poet intended.)
These two poems are some of my favorite Robert Frost poems, which I re-discovered while reading his poetry compilation You Come Too: Favorite Poems for Young Readers.
So, without further ado, here are the poems.
A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
The Rose Family
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.
Robert Frost (1874-1963)