Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Evening in a Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
’O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

1. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
2. A Servant to Servants
3. A Girl’s Garden
4. Into My Own
5. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1252

Последние стихотворения

To English version