Robert Frost

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

To The Thawing Wind


Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
Bath my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Friday, November 21, 2014

Topic of this poem: nature

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