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Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)


A Soldier


He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.



Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. Maple
  2. Fragmentary Blue
  3. The Egg and the Machine
  4. In a Vale
  5. The Wood-Pile


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Suckling (Джон Саклинг) A Soldier ("I am a man of war and might")

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