Now Close The Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

by Robert Frost

Comments (7)

such observance on nature.
this poem is trash dog
what good is silence if only partial...
Hush- the Master Poet is speaking and oh how his voice resonnates
Time to hear other sounds......
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