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Now Close The Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

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  • suseann
    January 20, 2006
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    Nicely written,has the feel of knowing your in the deep throngs of winter's chilling grip. Shuttered ,with drawn feel.I believe this is a nature write in intent.But could also metaphoricly mean to with draw from a disappointment in humanity as well.~~~Suseann

  • monition
    January 20, 2006
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    Robert Frost is my HERO!!!
    he writes slightly subliminal messages..but they are all so beautiful
    Edited on Jan 31, 10:14 p.m. because '.'.

  • Cvillelisa
    January 20, 2006
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    Oh I like this .. it is very frail.