Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Away!

Now I out walking
The world desert,
And my shoe and my stocking
Do me no hurt.

I leave behind
Good friends in town.
Let them get well-wined
And go lie down.

Don't think I leave
For the outer dark
Like Adam and Eve
Put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.
There is no one I
Am put out with
Or put out by.

Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm - bound - away!

And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.

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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