Rose Pogonias
de Robert Frost(2005)
1 min lectură
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A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers--
A temple of the heat.
There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun\'s right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
Yet ever second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color
That tinged the atmosphere.
We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.
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- Autor
- Robert Frost
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 124
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 24
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Robert Frost. “Rose Pogonias.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/robert-frost/poezie/rose-pogoniasIntrebari frecvente
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