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. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
2. A Servant to Servants
3. A Girl’s Garden
4. Into My Own
5. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

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