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. A Peck of Gold
2. Sand Dunes
3. To Earthward
4. The Onset
5. The Last Word of a Blue Bird

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