PoemBlueberries
Author / PoetRobert Frost
TagsBlue, Green, Sky

Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!

Robert Frost
Robert Frost
26 Mar 1874 - 29 Jan 1963
Region: North America
Period: Modernist
Movement: Modernism
Awards: Bollingen Prize, Congressional Gold Medal, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

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