When i go up v the mowing field, The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid choose thatch v the hefty dew, fifty percent closes the garden path.

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And as soon as I come to the garden ground, The whir that sober birdsUp native the tangle that withered weeds Is sadder than any type of words.

A tree next to the wall stands bare, but a leaf the lingered brown,Disturbed, ns doubt not, by my thought, come softly rattling down.

I finish not far from mine going soon By choose the faded blueOf the last remaining aster flower To bring again come you.

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One the the most celebrated figures in American poetry, Robert Frost to be the author of plenty of poetry collections, including includingNew Hampshire(Henry Holt and Company, 1923). Born in san Francisco in 1874, he lived and taught for numerous years in Massachusetts and also Vermont. He died in Boston in 1963.


He witnessed her indigenous the bottom of the stairsBefore she experienced him. She was starting down,Looking ago over her shoulder at part fear.She took a doubtful step and also then undid itTo advanced herself and look again. That spokeAdvancing toward her: "What is it friend seeFrom up over there always--for I want to know."She turned and also sank upon her skirts in ~ that,And she face readjusted from terrified to dull.He stated to acquire time: "What is it you see,"Mounting until she cowered under him."I will discover out now--you must tell me, dear."She, in she place, refused him any type of helpWith the least stiffening of she neck and also silence.She let him look, sure that he wouldn"t see,Blind creature; and also awhile that didn"t see.But at last he murmured, "Oh," and also again, "Oh.""What is it--what?" she said."Just that ns see.""You don"t," she challenged. "Tell me what it is.""The wonder is i didn"t see at once.I never noticed that from below before.I need to be wonted come it--that"s the reason.The little graveyard whereby my world are!So little the window frames the entirety of it.Not for this reason much bigger than a bedroom, is it?There room three stones the slate and also one the marble,Broad-shouldered tiny slabs there in the sunlightOn the sidehill. We haven"t come mind those.But ns understand: it is not the stones,But the child"s mound--""Don"t, don"t, don"t, don"t," she cried.She withdrew shrinking from in ~ his armThat rested on the bannister, and also slid downstairs;And turned on him with such a difficult look,He said twice over before he knew himself:"Can"t a man speak of his very own child he"s lost?""Not you! Oh, where"s my hat? Oh, i don"t need it!I must get out the here. Ns must obtain air.I don"t know rightly whether any man can.""Amy! Don"t walk to someone else this time.Listen come me. Ns won"t come under the stairs."He sat and fixed his chin in between his fists."There"s other I need to like to ask you, dear.""You don"t know how to asking it.""Help me, then."Her fingers relocated the latch for every reply."My indigenous are practically always an offense.I don"t know just how to speak that anythingSo as to please you. But I might be taughtI should suppose. Ns can"t to speak I check out how.A guy must partly provide up being a manWith women-folk. We might have some arrangementBy which I"d tie myself to save hands offAnything one-of-a-kind you"re a-mind come name.Though i don"t favor such points "twixt those that love.Two the don"t love can"t live with each other without them.But 2 that carry out can"t live along with them."She relocated the latch a little. "Don"t--don"t go.Don"t bring it come someone else this time.Tell me around it if it"s other human.Let me into your grief. I"m no so muchUnlike various other folks as your was standing thereApart would certainly make me out. Offer me mine chance.I perform think, though, you overdo it a little.What to be it lugged you up to think it the thingTo take your mother--loss of a an initial childSo inconsolably--in the face of love.You"d think his memory can be satisfied--""There you walk sneering now!""I"m not, I"m not!You do me angry. I"ll come down to you.God, what a woman! and it"s concerned this,A male can"t speak that his very own child that"s dead.""You can"t since you don"t know just how to speak.If you had any kind of feelings, you that dugWith your very own hand--how might you?--his small grave;I experienced you from that really window there,Making the gravel leap and leap in air,Leap up, prefer that, choose that, and land so lightlyAnd roll back down the mound alongside the hole.I thought, that is the man? ns didn"t know you.And ns crept down the stairs and also up the stairsTo look at again, and still her spade maintained lifting.Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voiceOut in the kitchen, and also I don"t know why,But ns went near to see v my very own eyes.You could sit there through the stains on her shoesOf the fresh earth from your own baby"s graveAnd talk about your everyday concerns.You had actually stood the spade up versus the wallOutside over there in the entry, because that I saw it.""I chandelier laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed.I"m cursed. God, if i don"t believe I"m cursed.""I deserve to repeat the an extremely words you to be saying."Three foggy mornings and one rainy dayWill rot the best birch fence a man deserve to build."Think of it, talk favor that at such a time!What had actually how lengthy it bring away a birch to rotTo perform with what was in the darkened parlor.You couldn"t care! The nearest friends can goWith anyone come death, comes so far shortThey might also not try to walk at all.No, native the time as soon as one is sick to death,One is alone, and also he dies much more alone.Friends do pretense of complying with to the grave,But before one is in it, your minds are turnedAnd do the ideal of their way back to lifeAnd living people, and things they understand.But the world"s evil. I won"t have actually grief soIf i can change it. Oh, i won"t, ns won"t!""There, you have said the all and you feel better.You won"t go now. You"re crying. Close the door.The heart"s gone the end of it: why save it up.Amy! There"s someone coming under the road!""You--oh, friend think the talk is all. I should go--Somewhere the end of this house. How deserve to I make you--""If--you--do!" She was opening the door wider."Where do you mean to go? very first tell me that.I"ll follow and also bring you back by force. Ns will!--"