Today, I’m not in the mood to appreciate what I write, but rather what someone else has written. Well, maybe still a little what I write.
I want to share one of my favorite poems; hopefully you can enjoy it as much as I have. This poem is entitled “Never Again Would Birds’ Song Be the Same” and was written by Robert Frost.
“He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence upon birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as it may, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds’ song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.”