Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
A great poem to me and a tree. How can it be that we should share so much as our lives together.
This poem is terrible, and i really don't understand any of the words. I also dont get why people think robert frickin frost is so good. Well news flash, HE'S NOT! !
This a deep poem.
Thanks, I am using this for a project in ELA
Mind blowing poem
I loved this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
amazing...always love his poems