Poetry Blogs (robert frost)
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;"
Tuesday 1st January 2019 7:35 pm
I had miles to go before I sleep
Endless bindings to break and keep;
Know a knight stops at nothing, but
Prairies and lakes for my horse to feed.
Through blizzards high and deserts dry
Rain that echoed of homesick cry,
I rode through them all
Yet, at the riverside I put up a stall.
On the edge of the river eternal,
You stood, evidence of the supernal,
Like a piece of star brig...
Monday 15th October 2018 5:27 am