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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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Winter Landscape, by Valerius de Saedeleer
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The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold… When shoeing home across the white… I thought I saw a bird alight. In summer when I passed the place
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If tires of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid loggin juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in w...
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My Sorrow, when she’s here with m… Thinks these dark days of autumn r… Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered t… She walks the sodden pasture lane.
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A plow, they say, to plow the snow… They cannot mean to plant it, no— Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.
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O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fal… To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call;
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