A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his keys.
And of course there must be something wrong
In waiting to silence any song.
FROST, R. West-running Brook. New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1928.
O eu lírico se sensibiliza com a condição natural do pássaro, uma vez que ele cantar o dia inteiro não é um problema. Logo, por ter se irritado, se culpabiliza.