Good Hours Poem by Robert Frost

Good Hours

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I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suryendu Chaudhury 05 October 2020

A view from a distance with no sense of solidarity, just a casual piece of something on a stroll.

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ImTooGood4U 16 April 2019

Good hours, love to sleep with my gf naked

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Guest 09 April 2019

Good poem any hoo it is so good

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Max Seltzer 14 March 2019

If anyone sees this then they are a legend

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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 08 November 2018

Most most beautiful poem.....Amazing poem....I like it....

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