Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Birds Do Thus - Advice and a poem by Robert Frost

I slept all day.
The birds do thus
That sing a while
At eve for us

To have you soon
I gave away --
Well satisfied
To give -- a day

Life's not so short
I care to keep
The unhappy days;
I choose to sleep.

When it is dark, the saints see stars. And when the days are unhappy, Frost chooses to sleep.

- The purpose of life is to sing