The Tuft Of Flowers Poem by Robert Frost

The Tuft Of Flowers

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I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

'As all must be,' I said within my heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim over night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly-weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

'Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'

The Tuft Of Flowers
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elizabeth Emerick Wilholt 31 August 2008

I love this poem. It's on my top 10 list of favorites. I sent a copy of it to my boyfriend when he was serving in Iraq.

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Mary Beth Alban, ofs 14 September 2018

The conversion of feeling Alone when working, together or alone; into glad realization that Working Together, alone or apart. This realization is what makes us all One.

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Amar Agarwala 13 May 2016

Another piece of marvel by Frost. Simple and so meaningful!

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Seema Jayaraman 06 October 2015

One of favorite poet.. and such a lovely well constructed poem.. one with nature.. man, butterfly and flower!

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Andrew Hoellering 21 August 2009

A tremendous poem that affirms human brotherhood through a shared appreciation of the natural world. The simplicity of language and structure matches the sincerity of the underlying emotion. Frost's magic is to combine such simplicity with lines of real poetic beauty, for example -'But from sheer morning gladness at the brim' once read is always remembered, as is the poem as a whole.

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Raabia Tabassum 01 May 2009

this poem is simply great

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