Explore "Fragmentary Blue" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue / In here and there a bird, or butterfly, / Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, / When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, 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.