Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Atmosphere

Inscription for a Garden Wall

Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;
But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,
They eddy over it too toppling weak
To blow the earth or anything self-clear;
Moisture and color and odor thicken here.
The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.

1. Hannibal
2. Now Close the Windows
3. The Code
4. Rose Pogonias
5. Locked out

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