When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night bee too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'
Robert Frost's poems are simply about nature and then reflected in them are insights about life. Wonderful combination!
A beautiful and meaningful poem. Compelling images.
In two editions of Frost’s work that have this poem (West-Running Brook,1936, Henry Holt and Company, and Frost, Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays,1995, Library of America) , line 13 is “Let the night be too dark for me to see...” Not one bee.
Time to rest, and sleep on it. Tomorrow is a new day. The birds know. Thank you, PH, for posting Robert Frost's poem as Poem of the Day!
Night! Nature! ! Muse; Facing the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This Poem is a beautiful drsctiption about nature and defines the beautiful night after sunset i.e total darkness for all.