by ElliotPhaber

Created on: April 03, 2010

Oh, Robert Frost and all of your natural cadences.

I understood you long ago in English class, but

I never knew the beauty you described until I awoke

One morning to find that the world was still dark

And the leaves still fell of the trees, but it was hard

To notice. It appeared as though the stars were still

Out and about, as if it were nighttime, but I knew this

To be a lie, so I cast aside all doubts of the morning.

I wish, however, that it was a starry night outside now

Because I remember the lines and rhymes and verses

That you mystified me with so much that day in class.

I look up your poetry every now and then, but it doesn't

Help me understand the morning I experienced long ago.

Please, won't you return to life and help me comprehend?

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