Tag Archives: Robert Frost

“The ground was one circle of solid red.”

It is past the season, but this is fine indeed, and it matches something of my mood and my To Do List. Via the Laudator: Robert Frost, Unharvested: A scent of ripeness from over a wall. And come to leave … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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