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ne: 09-11-2010, 21:45:29
Fire and Ice

   Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost
 
 

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#1 ne: 09-11-2010, 21:46:39
Fireflies in the Garden

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

Robert Frost
 

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#2 ne: 09-11-2010, 21:49:23
Flower-Gathering  

 I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go.
 Do you know me in the gloaming,
 Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
 All for me And not a question For the faded flowers gay
 That could take me from beside you For the ages of a day?

 They are yours, and be the measure
 Of their worth for you to treasure,
 The measure of the little while That I've been long away.

Robert Frost
 
 

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#3 ne: 09-11-2010, 21:51:22
Gathering Leaves

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

Robert Frost
 
 

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#4 ne: 16-11-2012, 12:20:09
Carpe Diem

Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
He knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
He waited, (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
'Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure.'
The age-long theme is Age's.
'Twas Age imposed on poems
Their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
That overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it.
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing-
Too present to imagine.

Robert Frost

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#5 ne: 16-11-2012, 12:21:32
Devotion

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean -
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

Robert Frost

Temat e fundit