Emma Visits The Bookshop ~

Emma Chooses a Book

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Looking For A Sunset Bird In Winter ~

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place,
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

~ Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1964
(Reminder: Neil Paul will be at The Neat Little Bookshop on Thursday, Nov. 24, reading Robert Frost. Please join us!)