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⌈ Secret Post #2360 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Poetry Thread

[(Anonymous)]

I hear ya on the "way too many favorites", but since you quoted Robert Frost, I'm going to counter with my absolute favorite Robert Frost poem (the first two lines I especially love, but the whole poem just really resonates with me):

A Leaf Treader by Robert Frost

I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn-tired.
God knows all the color and forms of leaves I have trodden on and mired.
Perhaps I have put forth too much strength and been too fierce from fear.
I have safely trodden under foot the leaves of another year.

All summer long they were overhead more lifted up than I;
To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by.
All summer long I thought I heard them threatening under their breath,
And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death.

They spoke to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaves to leaf;
They tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief.
But it was no reason I had to go because they had to go.
Now up, my knee, to keep on top of another year of snow.