Snow In Literature: The Wood-pile
By Robert Frost Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,I paused and said, ‘I will turn back from here.No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.’The hard snow held me, save where now and thenOne foot went through. The view was all in linesStraight up and down of tall slim treesToo much alike to mark or name[Read More…]