Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
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To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do tonight, bath my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit's crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o'er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door.
Robert Frost
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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Poems by Robert Frost : 129 / 136
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