These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.
Hi everyone. I’d really like to hear your interpretation of this beautiful poem by Robert Frost in the comments down below. I’ve never quite known what to make of it and I’m interested to hear your opinion, even if it’s the first time that you are reading it.
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