Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight Poem by Robert Frost

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight

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When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.

There was one time and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly suspire.

And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life and crawl off,
We not be too ready to scoff.

God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.

God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other persists as our faith.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 22 February 2019

When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb and fingers; No lasting effect of it lingers. emotions, feelings. tony

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emaly 15 March 2018

does the title define the subject matter of poems focus

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Ruta Mohapatra 14 November 2017

' one impulse persists as our breath; the other persists as our faith'- so true!

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 05 October 2017

No lasting effect of it lingers. A pem full of imageries.

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* Sunprincess * 07 May 2016

.....good poem, the sun is necessary for life ★

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