The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had dispossessed
A moment sought in air his flower of rest,
Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.
On the bare upland pasture there had spread
O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread
And straining cables wet with silver dew.
A sudden passing bullet shook it dry.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.
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Comments2Robert Frost has always been a fave of mine, read his work way back when i was a kid. His imagery still hits me today, love the deep sense of nature and war balancing in this piece, so poignant. Its not always about the big battles, sometimes it's the small skirmishes in life that leave impressions. Still relevant today, Frost.
doing homework and came across this Robert Frost gem. the bit bout "the stricken flower bent double and so hung. And still the bird revisited her young" hits me. it's like even in midst of war, life goes on and beauty exists, if we can just see it. loving Frost's words.