BLACK CAT POEMS
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by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
presents in sheets the solid hue?
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.
poems by Robert Frost