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Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. ’Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves. Robert Lee Frost's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1254 |
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