Tree at my wondow

"TREE AT MY WINDOW"

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But, tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather. 

 
by Robert Frost

 

Ce bine ca mai exista oameni cu ganduri  asa frumoase ...

Pur si simplu nu pot gasi ceva mai frumos de zis intr-o zi de toamna...O sa-i las pe altii sa vorbeasca pt mine...