Poem by Robert Lee Frost

A Time to Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ’What is it?’
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

1. The Demiurge’s Laugh
2. In the Home Stretch
3. On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
4. What Fifty Said
5. Hannibal

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