Fragmentary blue

a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

W hy 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


(From Harper’s Magazine, July 1920.)