The Telephone Poem By Robert Frost
When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you sayYou spoke from that flower on the window sillDo you remember what it was you said?’
<First tell me what it was you thought you heard:
CHaving found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the wordWhat was it? Did you call me, by my name?
Or did you saySomeone said “Come”-I heard it as I bowed.’
<I may have thought as much, but not aloud:
‘Well, so I came.’