A Patch of Old Snow, di Robert Frost

Robert Frost

A Patch of Old Snow

There’s a patch of old snow in a corner

That I should have guessed

Was a blow—away paper the rain

Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if

Small print overspread it,

The news of a day I’ve forgotten—

If I ever read it.

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