Early years
Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California, to journalist William Prescott Frost, Jr., and Isabelle Moodie. His mother was of S ..
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I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
Truly a brilliant poem. It actually tells the reader what to expect when reading Frost. He will take you on a journey that will make use of the everyday world to explore the depths of our being.
This lovely poem in my opinion exemplifies Mr Frost's ability to capture America's transition from a rural to urban society. A large number of his readers must have looked back longingly on childhood memories of farm life and would have been glad to dropp everything and accept Frost's invitation to come with him.
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The Pasture by Robert Frost