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"As for his evil tidings,
Belshazzar's overthrow,
Why hurry to tell Belshazzar
What soon enough he would know?"
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bearer of Evil Tidings." |
"He's got hay down that's been rained on three times.
He hoed a little yesterday for me:
I thought the growing things would do him good.
Something went wrong. I saw him throw the hoe
Sky-high with both hands."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Housekeeper." |
"what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Star-Splitter." |
"But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Wind and Window Flower." |
"Yet I suppose what seems to us confusion
Is not confusion, but the form of forms,
The serpent's tail stuck down the serpent's throat...."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Masque of Reason." |
""I wish I knew half what the flock of them know
Of where all the berries and other things grow,
Cranberries in bogs and raspberries on top
Of the boulder-strewn mountain, and when they will crop....""
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Blueberries." |
"The footpath down to the well is healed."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Ghost House." |
"Seeing myself well lost once more, I sighed,
"Where, where in Heaven am I? But don't tell me!
O opening clouds, by opening on me wide.
Let's let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me.""
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Lost in Heaven." |
""Don't let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. CP-Frost. Out, Out (l. 25-27). . .
The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. (1979) Henry Holt. |
"The bearer of evil tidings,
When he was halfway there,
Remembered that evil tidings
Were a dangerous thing to bear."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Bearer of Evil Tidings." |
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