Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 68 / 136
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.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: loss, wind, tree
Poems by Robert Frost : 68 / 136
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wow..a masterpiece..well expressed..fabulous.. :)
The poem describes how much is lost to the poet by the simple act of closing the window, but as so often when one loses one source of happiness, another remains.
(Line six incidentally should read, ‘It will be long ere the earliest bird.’)