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Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

A Line-Storm Song


The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
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  • Tiffany Roldan (1/13/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    It is rich in all flavor. Readers can savor it all together in one taste. Makes you shiver in sweetness, makes you tearful in his spice of adventure through the circumstances, and well, makes it a good food to the mind and heart. (Report) Reply

  • Crystie Cook (4/6/2010 1:38:00 PM)

    This is a very nice poem read literally or as an allegory, a love poem from the speaker who is telling his love that in spite of obstacles and the ups and downs in life-like what may happen in a storm-he still wants her to come and stand with him. I especially like the line 'rain-fresh goldenrod.' Robert Frost is always a nice combination of original wording with a touch of sentimentalism. (Report) Reply

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