A Late Walk
de Robert Frost(2005)
1 min lectură
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When I got 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.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Robert Frost
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 96
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Robert Frost. “A Late Walk.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/robert-frost/poezie/a-late-walkIntrebari frecvente
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