Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

The Cow in Apple-Time

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

1. Rose Pogonias
2. The Peaceful Shepherd
3. A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books
4. The Cocoon
5. ’Out, Out--’

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