Explore "Blue-Butterfly Day" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, / And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry / There is more unmixed color on the wing / Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: / And now from having ridden out desire / They lie closed over in the wind and cling / Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.