The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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I recall having copied this poem out longhand from a collected Frost at the tender age of eleven. One of the very first poems that I liked! Thank you for posting it!
ReplyDeleteSnow meets bird,
DeleteBoy meets man.