Poem by Robert Lee Frost

Dust in the Eyes

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.

1. The Valley’s Singing Day
2. Putting in the Seed
3. The Cocoon
4. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
5. In Neglect

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