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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade—end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

#1916 #AmericanWriters #MountainInterval

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Y. J. Hall
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