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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
(Robert Frost 1874-1963)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
My little horse must think it queer
He gives his harness bells a shake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
"September 1, 1939"
I sit in one of the dives
Accurate scholarship can
Exiled Thucydides knew
Into this neutral air
Faces along the bar
The windiest militant trash
From the conservative dark
All I have is a voice
Defenceless under the night
"It's no use raising a shout."
It's no use raising a shout.
It wasn't always like this?
A long time ago I told my mother
In my spine there was a base;
In my veins there is a wish,
A bird used to visit this shore:
"Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day"
(Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966))
Calmly we walk through this April's day,
(This is the school in which we learn...)
Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!
Each minute bursts in the burning room,