Robert Frost

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

The Oven Bird

Poem by Robert Frost

There is a singer eveyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past,
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.

Comments about The Oven Bird by Robert Frost

  • Edgar StevensEdgar Stevens (7/1/2015 6:35:00 AM)

    this poem takes me to other part of the world..nice(Report)Reply

    3 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/1/2015 4:24:00 AM)

    A relevant question in this beautiful nature poem. Birds makes us happy knowingly or unknowingly and we forget our sorrows while hearing their songs and sounds.(Report)Reply

    2 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
Read all 2 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: summer, spring, tree, flower

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

[Report Error]