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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

It Bids Pretty Fair

The play seems out for an almost infinite run.
Don’t mind a little thing like the actors fighting.
The only I worry about is the sun.
We’ll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.

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Altre opere di Robert Frost...
Two Or More: Our Hold On The Planet

We asked for rain. It didn’t flas… It didn’t lose its temper at our d… And blow a gale. It didn’t misund… And give us more than our spokesma… And just because we owned to a wis…
Diogenes at Night in Studio Window, by Robert Lenkiewicz
Bereft

Where had I heard this wind befor… Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing the… Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shor…
Not to Keep

They sent him back to her. The le… Saying... And she could have him.… She could be sure there was no hid… Under the formal writing, he was i… Living. They gave him back to her…
 1
New Hampshire

I met a lady from the South who s… (You won’t believe she said it, bu… ‘None of my family ever worked, or… A thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose… Much matters. You may work for al…
Two Look at Two

Love and forgetting might have car… A little further up the mountain s… With night so near, but not much f… They must have halted soon in any… With thoughts of a path back, how…
David and Abishag, by Pedro Américo
Taken Singly: Provide, Provide

The witch that came (the withered… To wash the steps with pail and ra… Was once the beauty Abishag, The picture pride of Hollywood. Too many fall from great and good
 3
The Line-gang

HERE come the line-gang pioneeri… They throw a forest down less cut… They plant dead trees for living,… They string together with a living… They string an instrument against…
The Line

Here come the line-gang pioneering… They throw a forest down less cut… They plant dead trees for living,… They string together with a living… They string an instrument against…
A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and– what… Far in the maples, pale, but not a… He stood there bringing March aga… And yet too ready to believe the m… ‘Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom…
Hugo Erfurth with dog, by Otto Dix
Ten Mills: The Span of Life

The old dog barks backwards withou… I can remember when he was a pup.
 2
Acceptance

When the spent sun throws up its r… And goes down burning into the gul… No voice in nature is heard to cry… At what has happened. Birds, at l… It is the change to darkness in th…
 3
Stars

How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as t… When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate,
An Old Man’s Winter Night

All out of doors looked darkly in… Through the thin frost, almost in… That gathers on the pane in empty… What kept his eyes from giving bac… Was the lamp tilted near them in h…
Devotion

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to ocean— Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
 4
Home Burial

He saw her from the bottom of the… Before she saw him. She was star… Looking back over her shoulder at… She took a doubtful step and then… To raise herself and look again.…



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