Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

The Door in the Dark

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.

1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
2. The Demiurge’s Laugh
3. The Census-Taker
4. The Black Cottage
5. The Thatch

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