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Gathering Leaves
Biretta tip to the Laudator
Robert Frost, Gathering Leaves:
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Very nice. Thank you for that. I have always enjoyed Frost.
Comment by patrick_f — 21 October 2009 @ 1:11 pmWhat a wonderful pick me up for a fall day! Thank you, Father Z.
Comment by stjoeky — 21 October 2009 @ 10:10 pm