English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. A Late Walk. Роберт Ли Фрост.

Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:

1. Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
2. The Investment
3. Reluctance
4. Pan with Us
5. Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same

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