The Cocoon Poem

The Cocoon Poem By Robert Frost

As far as I can see tlus autumn haze
That spreadIng III the evenIng air both ways
Makes the new moon look anythIng but new,
And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,
Is all the smoke from one poor house alone
WIth but one chImney it can call Its own,
So close It will not light an early light,
Keepmg its life so close and out of sight
No one for hours has set a foot outdoors
So much as to take care of evenmg chores.
The Inmates may be lonely women-folk
I want to tell them that with all thIs smoke
They prudently are spinnmg their cocoon
And anchoring it to an earth and moon,
From wInch no winter gale can hope to blow it,-
Spinmng their own cocoon did they but know it.

The Cocoon Poem

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