Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 75 / 136
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.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: snow
Poems by Robert Frost : 75 / 136
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Is Frost making fun of the word 'snowplow'?