Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Dust in the Eyes

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.

1. The Egg and the Machine
2. The Exposed Nest
3. An Empty Threat
4. To Earthward
5. The Peaceful Shepherd

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