The Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault may partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.


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Robert Frost was an American poet and four-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize. He died in 1963.
Originally published:
July 1, 1927

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