Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Patch of Old Snow

There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten--
If I ever read it.

1. The Gum-Gatherer
2. A Hundred Collars
3. Afterflakes
4. The Line-Gang
5. The Black Cottage

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