Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

To the Thawing Wind

COME with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do tonight,
bath my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

1. The Demiurge’s Laugh
2. In the Home Stretch
3. What Fifty Said
4. Hannibal
5. Lodged

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