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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Ten Mills: The Wrights’ Biplane

This biplane is the shape of human flight.
Its name might better be First Motor Kite.
Its makers’ name—Time cannot get that wrong,
For it was writ in heaven doubly Wright.

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Now Close the Windows

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Acquainted with the Night

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A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flower… And give us not to think so far aw… As the uncertain harvest; keep us… All simply in the springing of the… Oh, gives us pleasure in the orcha…
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I said to myself almost in prayer, It will start hair raising current… When you give it the livid metal-s… It will make a homicidal roar. It will shake its cast stone reef…
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In White

A dented spider like a snow drop w… On a white Heal-all, holding up a… Like a white piece of lifeless sat… Saw ever curious eye so strange a… Portent in little, assorted death…
Taken Doubly: The Figure In The Doorway

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The Sound of Trees

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