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Poem for the Day: Robert Frost, “The Telephone”

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frost_writingAfter reading about flowers for the last couple of days (don’t ask), I flipped through a Robert Frost collection this morning and fortuitously landed on this poem. It struck me and so I thought I’d share it. It’s from Mountain Interval, first published in 1916; the same collection that contains “The Road Not Taken.”

The Telephone

“When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say—
You spoke from that flower on the windowsill—
Do you remember what it was you said?”

“First tell me what it was you thought you heard.”

“Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word—
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say—
Someone said ‘Come’—I heard it as I bowed.”

“I may have thought as much, but not aloud.”

“Well, so I came.”

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