The Telephone Poem by Robert Frost

Flowers as telephones....

This poem surely deserves to be set out as Frost wrote it! The Telephone 'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say— You spoke from that flower on the window sill- Do you remember what it was you said? ' 'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.' 'Having 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 word— What was it? Did you call me by my name? Or did you say— Someone said 'Come' - I heard it as I bowed.' 'I may have thought as much, but not aloud.' 'Well, so I came.' Robert Frost

This charming off the wall poem is set to music by Randall Thompson who had a great deal of fun with its chatty confusion.