Tree At My Window Poem by Robert Frost

Tree At My Window

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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.

Branden Aeling 02 January 2010

amazing...always love his poems

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Johnny Eissens 14 August 2006

A great poem to me and a tree. How can it be that we should share so much as our lives together.

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Anamouse 08 February 2018

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! !

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James Gibson 12 February 2018

Great Comment

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Seema 14 December 2021

Glamorous poem

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Nothing much 14 March 2019

This a deep poem.

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yes 31 August 2022


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whatsupguys 26 February 2019

Thanks, I am using this for a project in ELA

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Ubaid 14 January 2019

Mind blowing poem

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Satish 15 October 2018

I loved this poem

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