Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

Why make so much fragmentary blue

In here and there a bird, or butterfly,

Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,

When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-

Though some savants make earth  include the sky;

And blue so far above us comes so high,

It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

Robert Frost

 Everything has a purpose, a place, a justification in the grand scheme of things..  Came across this beautiful poem by Frost,  the beginning sounded a lot like an Emily Dickinson one. 

2 thoughts on “Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

  1. You’re right. If I hadn’t read in your post that it was a Robert Frost poem, and had been asked to guess, I would have guessed Emily Dickinson. It’s an interesting poem, with a real Dickensian structure. Reading it, I felt like I sometimes do when I’m outside on an exceptional day, and my eye keeps darting this way and that, trying to take it all in.

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