They said next time I need to memorize something with rainbows and butterflies and no blood. *sigh*
So, my next poem is one I remember analyzing in high school, but not memorizing. Though not a rainbow (sorry, kids), it reflects how I feel after our L-O-N-G Wyoming winters, with high blue skies above, but only browns beneath.
by Robert Frost
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 sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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