Poetry Month 5 / Mes de poesía 5: "What Thing a Bird Would Love"

5.

Photograph: "What Birds Love" by me

Poem(a): "What Thing a Bird Would Love" by Robert Frost (found in Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, and Plays [1995] / encontrado en Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, and Plays [1995])
----------------------------------------------

What Thing a Bird Would Love

As I was faring home

The slow hill-climbing way 

A lonely bird sang once

and seemed to bid me stay.

I paused to rest and turned,

And if I had not turned, 

I had not seen the west

Behind me, how it burned.

So when he sang again

As I resumed the slope,

My heart regarded him--

I turned again with hope.

The sunset!--and beneath

The valley ebon dark

And featureless, wherein

A lamp was but a spark.

But that he would not cease,

But still would call and call

When I must go was proof

The sunset was not all.

I left him to the waste

And gathering stars above,

In doubt if I could know 

What thing a bird would love.

What Birds Love