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 Demiurge’s Laugh
2. The Sound of the Trees
3. Brown’s Descent
4. In the Home Stretch
5. Hannibal

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