Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
Desert Places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it—it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less— A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.
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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