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Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Ten Mills: Waspish

On glossy wires artistically bent,
He draws himself up to his full extent.
His natty wings with self-assurance perk.
His stinging quarters menacingly work.
Poor egotist, he has no way of knowing
But he’s as good as anybody going.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #1936 #AFurtherRange

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