• Sonya Zacker

Robert Frost

Robert Frost makes a beautiful connection between trees and humans in this poem. I am always aware of the elements of nature around me and the connection we share. When I am not actively out engaging in nature on a regular basis, my life is not balanced.


Tree at My Window


Tree at my window, window tree,

My sash is lowered when night comes on;

But let there never be curtain drawn

Between you and me.


Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,

And thing next most diffuse to cloud,

Not all your light tongues talking aloud

Could be profound.


But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,

And if you have seen me when I slept,

You have seen me when I was taken and swept

And all but lost.


That day she put our heads together,

Fate had her imagination about her,

Your head so much concerned with outer,

Mine with inner, weather.

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