A Tree with a Bird in it: / A Symposium of Contemporary American Poets on Being Shown a Pear-tree on Which Sat a Grackle - Margaret Widdemer

Robert Frost

(Rather nervously, retreating with haste in the wake of Mr. Robinson as soon as he had finished.)

There was a grackle sat on our old pear tree—

Don't ask me why—I never did really know;

But he made my wife and me feel, for really the very first time

We were out in the actual country, hindering things to grow;

It gave us rather a queer feeling to hear the grackle grackle,

But when it got to be winter time he got up and went thence

And now we shall never know, though we watch the tree till April,