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 Valley’s Singing Day
2. But Outer Space
3. I Will Sing You One-O
4. Provide, Provide
5. They Were Welcome to Their Belief

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