Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Range-Finding - Poem by Robert Frost

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had dispossessed
A moment sought in air his flower of rest,
Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.

On the bare upland pasture there had spread
O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread
And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.

Comments about Range-Finding by Robert Frost

  • Bronze Star - 2,351 Points Mark Arvizu (8/24/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    The fly that got away..... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 37,008 Points * Sunprincess * (11/14/2012 12:37:00 AM)

    By Robert Frost ~ One Step Backward Taken
    Not only sands and gravels
    Were once more on their travels,
    But gulping muddy gallons
    Great boulders off their balance
    Bumped heads together dully
    And started down the gully.
    Whole capes caked off in slices.
    I felt my standpoint shaken
    In the universal crisis.
    But with one step backward taken
    I saved myself from going.
    A world torn loose went by me.
    Then the rain stopped and the blowing,
    And the sun came out to dry me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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