Robert Frost’s To a Moth Seen in Winter

Analysis of Robert Frost’s To a Moth Seen in Winter

To a Moth Seen in Winter (1942) There’s first a gloveless hand warm from my pocket, A perch and resting place ‘twixt wood and wood, Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brushed with brown, The wings not folded in repose, but spread. (Who… Read More ›