poet Robert Frost

Robert Frost

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A Patch Of Old Snow

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • faygoot (12/12/2018 8:19:00 AM)

    i shidded and farded and camed in the macaroni salad

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  • Sans undertule (12/12/2018 8:16:00 AM)

    The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, i said im already tracer so, .. play some fortnite. Wellllll i think your a spoiled brat

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    faygoot(12/12/2018 8:20:00 AM)

    im gonna shidd and fard and camed in your macaroni salad

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  • Meme hi (10/23/2018 9:48:00 AM)

    I hate this poem it sucks so mush

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    Vikrant(1/27/2020 6:20:00 AM)

    Oh ya, have you done any poems? Rubbish comments!

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  • Blahhh (9/11/2018 4:45:00 PM)

    So delicate and nice and wonderful

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  • Melody (5/27/2018 6:05:00 PM)

    I love this it’s one of my favorites I didn’t like how it was read on the audio though.

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  • Lexie (3/2/2018 3:37:00 PM)

    not the best poem but I will give him some credit for ryming

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  • Patricia Grantham (2/3/2018 6:40:00 PM)

    Short but full of emotions. Love it.

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  • Geoff (1/14/2018 1:34:00 PM)

    this is NOT a poem LOL

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  • loler123 (11/17/2017 1:25:00 PM)

    I dont get how its a poem

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  • Sreelakshmi J (4/1/2017 7:43:00 AM)

    It's short and indeed sweet.

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  • Fabrizio FrosiniFabrizio Frosini (6/10/2016 4:51:00 AM)

    anytime I read this poem, the last lines of the beautiful 'Dust of Snow' come to my memory:
    '' And saved some part / Of a day I had rued. ''

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    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree
    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/14/2015 6:31:00 PM)

    .........most excellent....an unforgettable write ★

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  • John Richter (10/6/2014 12:17:00 PM)

    A lovely poem indicative of Frost's ability to connect with others on something so simple and mostly overlooked. Anyone in snow country has at one time or another seen a waning patch of snow lightly peppered with the bouncing grime of a recent rain. But very few put thought to it. The master poet does, and in such a way as to touch the reader's soul in a myriad of different ways and interpretations. A moment to read, simplicity at best, leaves me feeling as though Frost's pen has touched my own soul.

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 9:04:00 AM)

    This us really good

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (4/26/2014 2:56:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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  • Malte Mathies Løcke (9/18/2013 4:16:00 PM)

    To me this poem is about how we can never fully conceive the world, we live in. To me the news paper is the things that happen around us, but we do not take notice of.

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  • Dia Jk (6/7/2013 1:03:00 PM)

    I think the old snow stands for an old regret/sorrow, something that happened long ago. Maybe inconsequential things (rain and wind) reminded him about it. It is covered with grime, showing that it's old and it doesn't matter any more (a trampled memory?) .

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  • Stephen W (2/7/2013 6:24:00 PM)

    I think it's an old newspaper. The poem is about the inconsequentiality of news, which we read eagerly only if it is current. 'Who wants yesterday's paper? ' is a Rolling Stones song which comments on the same topic (and on others) .

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  • Janna Kepley (6/3/2012 9:11:00 PM)

    Andrew, you misunderstood! It really IS old snow, flecked with bits of blown dirt to make it /look/ like an old newspaper. He should have guessed is a turn of phrase common in early 20th C speech. The last two lines remind me of when I was a child: NO fresh patch of snow could be left unsquashed; but if you did miss some it would become 'dirty snow', as speckled as described. To Frost, that news is a day forgotten or unread; possibly: a regret that he didn't play in the snow. (wink)

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    Geoff(4/14/2018 7:49:00 PM)

    Lol ur a nerd har har har

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  • Andrew Hoellering (2/24/2009 3:40:00 PM)

    A sketch of a misplaced impression.What appears as snow is in fact a piece of newsprint overlaid with grime. Like today's news, it too will soon pass into nothingness.Shades here of a far greater Frost poem:

    Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief;
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.

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