Fragmentary Blue

Malta, May 2010

Such a blue.    

Something I quite like from Robert Frost:

Fragmentary Blue


Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?


Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

The blue water of Malta isn't sky, but it is heavenly.  Looking at vacation photos of the Mediterranean gives my wish for blue a whet.  I'll just have to dream for now.