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 again 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 on 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.'

-- by Robert Frost

One of my friends told me to check out this poem today. I love it. Its a conversation between two people. It is witty, intelligent and kinda ingeneous actually. The flower is the telephone. I really really like it. I think it's a slightly complex poem to comprehend initially; but once you read it a few times, its complexity unravels to prove its inner beauty and simplicity. Beautiful...