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Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)


The Demiurge’s Laugh


It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly head--all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretense
I was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.



Robert Lee Frost's other poems:
  1. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
  2. Reluctance
  3. On Looking up by Chance at the Constellations
  4. The Egg and the Machine
  5. Pea Brush


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