Poetry

It is interesting to note that Robert Frost, the quintessential poet of rural New England, was in fact born in the far more urban setting of San Francisco. Indeed, this Great American poet, winner of four Pulitzer Prizes, lived for several years in England, where his first book of poetry (entitled "A Boy's Will") was published. The following selection is taken from that book: To the Thawing Wind by Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do to-night, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit's crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o'er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door.