Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in March
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
'O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.'
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

by Robert Frost

Comments (19)

so sexy and hot it made me into my usb port.
Moon shows enough through perception of nature. The sparks make attempt to the moon. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
I think the effects created by the rising sparks—the main subject of this poem—might have been more elegantly rendered in free or blank verse without trying to make a rhyming poem. Even a good poetry-craftsman like Frost could struggle some in this respect—a caution to those with less practice at it. -GK
Such a great write by Robert Frost👍👍👍
an evening orchard - On every tree a bucket with a lid, And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow. The sparks made no attempt to be the moon. They were content to figure in the trees lovely all scenery
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