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(To hear us talk)

By Robert Frost

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are

Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.

And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole

And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.

 

One Comment

  1. Love the poems. Robert Frost Interpretative Trail, on Vermont Route 125 near Middlebury Snow Bowl, is a short trail marked with Frost poems. It’s an enjoyable hour or less hike for those traveling Vermont Route 100 corridor between Killington, Sugar Bush, MRG, etc

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