Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOOKING FOR A SUNSET BIRD IN WINTER, by ROBERT FROST


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First Line: The west was getting out of gold
Last Line: A piercing little star was through
Subject(s): Birds


In winter in the woods alone
The west was getting out of gold,
Against the trees I go
The breath of air had died of cold,
I mark a maple for my own
When shoeing home across the white,
And lay the maple low.
I thought I saw a bird alight.


At four o'clock I shoulder ax,
In summer when I passed the place
And in the afterglow
I had to stop and lift my face;
I link a line of shadowy tracks
A bird with an angelic gift
Across the tinted snow.
Was singing in it sweet and swift.


I see for Nature no defeat
No bird was singing in it now.
In one tree's overthrow
A single leaf was on a bough,
Or for myself in my retreat
And that was all there was to see
For yet another blow.
In going twice around the tree.



From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.





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