poetry celebration: bird edition
Apr. 29th, 2026 06:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marcicatI'm sometimes wary of Robert Frost, because I had a high school poetry class that insisted everything was a metaphor for death, while I was over there like 'seems like this guy just really likes writing stuff about his daily life.'
But crows! Gotta shout out a crow poem. Maybe it's about death, I don't know. Looks like it's about how great birds are to me. Heck yeah, birds! Save that day I rued!
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
But crows! Gotta shout out a crow poem. Maybe it's about death, I don't know. Looks like it's about how great birds are to me. Heck yeah, birds! Save that day I rued!
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
