Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Fragmentary Blue

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

1. Brown’s Descent
2. On Looking up by Chance at the Constellations
3. Pea Brush
4. The Vanishing Red
5. The Hill Wife

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