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.

by Robert Frost

Comments (5)

This is such a great work. Honestly, I dislike blue, but there are such phrases here that I never thought of to describe the color.
Robert This is a good poem, keep it up
The poem should be interpreted literally. It is a comment on the odd quirks of the human psyche. Absolutely brilliant insight.
wow..i love the appeal of blue..it is a special colour..fabulous.. :)
The poem is platonic, with its suggestion that we we see on earth is a mere shadow or reflection of a transcendental reality beyond our reach.