I’ve got a number of little projects brewing that I hope to post about soon, but for now, a celebration of blue skies (precious after too many days of rain).
5. Fragmentary Blue
(Harper’s Magazine, July 1920.)
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.