The Kitchen Chimney Poem By Robert Frost
Builder, m building the httle house,
In every way you may please yourself;
But please please me In the kitchen chimney:
Don’t buIld me a chimney upon A. shelf.
However far you must go for bricks,
Whatever they cost a-piece or a pound,
Buy me enough for a full-length chImney,
And build the chImney clear from the ground.
If’s not that rm greatly afraid of fire,
But I never heard of a house that throve
(And I know of one that didn’t thrive)
Where the chImney started above the stove.
And I dread the ominous stain of tar
That there always IS on the papered walls,
And the smell of fire drowned in rain
That there always IS when the chImney’s false.
A shelf’s for a clock or vase or picture,
But I don’t see why it should have to bear,
A chimney that only would serve to remind me
Of castles I used to build in air.