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| jane |
robert frost closed my eyes last night & tucked me into bed |
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| Robert Frost |
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. |
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| twelve pigeons |
seventy whistles sodden days and nights to clarify the obvious stagnation, the loss of words the unbearable humidity of owned skin the chill of conditioned cold. |
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