Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. ’Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.
Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:
- Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
- The Investment
- Reluctance
- Pan with Us
- Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same
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