Thursday, October 15, 2020

Poem: Come In

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went –
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn’t been. 

               Robert Frost

 

 

 

 

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