by Robert Frost (1923)
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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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Dust of Snow
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It would be an unhappy crow if he shook snow on me! HAHAHAHA
ReplyDeleteNah, lovely poem!
Thanks!
Peace <3
Jay
LOL, Jay. I love Robert Frost.
ReplyDeleteLove that poem and love Frost. Each autumn, I post "Nothing gold can stay" - another favorite Frost poem.
ReplyDeleteBosGuy, I too love Frost. And when I was still posting poems on my other blog, I also posted "Nothing gold can stay." I was and still am contemplating posting "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" but I know that you have already posted that one. It is such a beautiful poem, I may not be able to resist, LOL.
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