Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

On Being Idolized

The wave sucks back and with the last of water 
It wraps a wisp of seaweed round my legs, 
And with the swift rush of its sandy dregs 
So undermines my barefoot stand I totter, 
And did I not take steps would be tipped over 
Like the ideal of some mistaken lover. 

1. Departmental
2. I Will Sing You One-O
3. But Outer Space
4. The Valley’s Singing Day
5. Rose Pogonias

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