A Boundless Moment

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.

by Robert Frost

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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
Beautiful poem, simply beautiful.
That last line- -we're kind of like that young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves. We cling to the past and tend to be a little leery of the changes that time brings into our lives. But not matter what we do, life is changing all around us all. We can’t live in the past, it's leaving.
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