Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no-- Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.
Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:
888
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no-- Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock.
Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:
888