Guest poem sent in by Radhika Gowaikar
(Poem #1324) The Telephone
"When I was just as far as I could walk From here to-day, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say-- You spoke from that flower on the window sill-- Do you remember what it was you said?" "First tell me what it was you thought you heard." "Having found the flower and driven a bee away, I leaned my head, And holding by the stalk, I listened and I thought I caught the word-- What was it? Did you call me by my name? Or did you say-- *Someone* said 'Come' -- I heard it as I bowed." "I may have thought as much, but not aloud." "Well, so I came."
Text within *s in italics. From Louis Untermeyer's 'Robert Frost's Poems.' I like Robert Frost. Usually, it is the way his intellect and wit simultaneously shine through his verse that I appreciate most. But this poem appeals to me differently. I like its simplicity (and that of its characters) and the 'telephone' is just such a sweet notion. The artlessness of the "Well, so I came." always makes me smile. I think this poem shows a different facet of the genius that is Frost. Radhika Gowaikar