Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ’What is it?’
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

1. In the Home Stretch
2. Brown’s Descent
3. The Hill Wife
4. Acceptance
5. Hannibal

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