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?
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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.
--Fragmentary Blue, Robert Frost
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