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A Boundless Moment
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

A Boundless Moment

Poem By Robert Frost

He halted in the wind, and - what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on) .
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.

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A wonderful imagination poetically articulated. Kingsley Egbujkole
A wonderful poem for Spring/trees by the talented Poet.
I like mr. Robert and the poems he rights.....
Seriously short of words...its so just.....you know well you know, AMAZINGLY SUPRISING CH.:
Truly an inspiring poem


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