These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods -
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
Frost's use of imagery always amazes me. Earth is a reflection of the sky but only almost without defect. Actually I think the defects are understated here but I still like the poem.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pools of water in a forest do not disappear by evaporation, they are soaked up by the ground to give life and nutrients and strength to the trees and other vegetation. But life is a competitive thing even in nature. The trees grow tall and thick and their leaves [dark foliage] rob the ground below of light. The flowers and lesser forms of vegetation, needing sunlight, die away and the forest becomes dark and gloomy. All is not always sunny and skippy-dippy in Frost poems, you know. That's what I enjoy about him- - the range of topic and voice.