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Robert Frost - The Sound of the Trees

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

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The Sound of the Trees - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost (Robert Frost Art)
Poem: 30. The Sound of the Trees
Volume: Mountain Interval
Year: Published/Written in 1916

Comment 21 of 21, added on November 8th, 2009 at 7:20 AM.

Please note there are 5 stanzas of 4 lines, i'm not sure if it will come up in that form so please bare in mind.

Ollie Plunkett from United Kingdom
Comment 20 of 21, added on November 8th, 2009 at 7:18 AM.

In my English Lit class we're currently studying Robert Frost and as a lot of his poems have dark and depressing themes we wrote a parody of one of his poems and here's mine for The Sound of the Trees, it's called "The Sound of Bees"

I wonder about the bees.
How do they make that jovial melody ?
If there was a sound to bring me to my knees,
Then it would most definitely be these.

And the flowers, as every petal drops;
These bees join in with their orchestra.
I am transformed when my body flops,
Into an empty bottle ready to be filled.

I am now deep within the earthy grass,
Lost in my thoughts and senses.
I am not quite sure but an eternity has passed,
Wrapped up in my own mind but still not alone.

Everyone is here with me in my land,
The angels, the devils and the animals say hello.
Looking down at myself I see a boy,
Whose mind is here and there but also everywhere.

Those cotton balls drift overhead,
Pink, yellow, green and blue.
All different, all the same but for all to see,
Because life will go on for an eternity.

Ollie Plunkett from United Kingdom
Comment 19 of 21, added on May 12th, 2009 at 4:53 AM.

Frost must have a had a bad case of cabin fever when he wrote this, lol.

That and a stand of Quaking aspen (Mother-in-law's tongue) in his backyard, (which he probably knew better as Popple.)

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