Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or buttterfly (or fish),
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth (and lake is lake), perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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Frost
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Love the diving picture!! Great to see you!!
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