THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
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The Oven Bird is a peom about loss. it's about living in a concious mind of knowing time is passing but having to live for present and the future. "dust" suffocating the past as we forget and move on. frost reminding us we are loosing time that we will nver get back and most cover their past with metaphoric "dust". Frost wants past to be acknowleged and celebrated not forgotten about. the birds song makes frost think about how time is passing and how things are changing. the seasons act as a reminder of time passing. suggests frost is in the autum of his life where the bird stopped singing
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