As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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Great poem from a great poet. Loved it. Like to read again and again.
But no, I was out for stars; I would not come in. I meant not even if asked; And I hadn't been. i was out for stars, i am not satisfied with all that is mundane. a very fine poem. tony
It is one of the best poem of Robert Frost. Today it has been chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west Still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast.....greatly written; superb expression on the hopeful life
Brilliant as is the poetry of Frost, this one deceptively simple though more sinister than it appears...
Only a bird like Trush can sing songs in the dark wook even after Sunset as it has a freedom no one can forbid! Nicely composed Modern Poem to read here! Thanks for sharing!
In the last stanza, Frost delivers the profound message for humanity with amazing simplicity.
A lyric poem of deceptive simplicity. He wanted to gaze at the stars, not enter the wood.
' The last of the light of the sun that had died in the west still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast' A fascinating poem.
But no, I was out for stars; I would not come in. I meant not even if asked; And I hadn't been.........touching concluding. Beautiful poem by Robert Frost.
Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went - Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament....../// beautiful poetic expression
Stargazing Robert, enjoying the last song of the thrush. Lovely poem from Mr. Frost! : -)
an excellent poem typical of the master poet Robert Frost. The greatest Beauty in this poem is about everyday nature. That he turned 'everyday' into something special. Masterful effort! TOP points full