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Poem – Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight

When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb and fingers; No lasting effect of it lingers. There was one time and only the one When dust really took … Continue reading

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Posted in Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco) | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment