Fragmentary Blue

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet. 
Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 2, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Fragmentary Blue” was published in New Hampshire (Henry Holt, 1923).