But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been. i was out for stars, i am not satisfied with all that is mundane. a very fine poem. tony
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.....greatly written; superb expression on the hopeful life
Only a bird like Trush can sing songs in the dark wook even after Sunset as it has a freedom no one can forbid! Nicely composed Modern Poem to read here! Thanks for sharing!
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But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.........touching concluding. Beautiful poem by Robert Frost.
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