Showing posts with label robert frost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label robert frost. Show all posts
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Plowmen by Robert Frost
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no--
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.
They cannot mean to plant it, no--
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.
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