Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Plowmen

A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no--
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.

1. But Outer Space
2. A Brook in the City
3. The Last Word of a Blue Bird
4. A Hillside Thaw
5. The Vanishing Red

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