A Line-Storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.

by Robert Frost Click to read full poem

Comments (22)

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What do you think? Don't you guys/gals agree.
Ohhhhh, So very famous poem writer. I like the poems he writes. They make sense...
Robert Frost was a sorcerer with verses... his magic with words is quite unfathomable. I love his work... and am ardent fan of his writings.
Like the sea's return! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A great poem from a great poet....excellent
My favorite poet and one of my favorite poems.
A wonderful poem in harmony with nature and her manifestations. Thanks for sharing it here.
a lovely atmospheric poem that takes you deep into the wet woods?
I could curl up in an armchair in front of a fire reading this several times in a row, tasting its images, opened up to nature as Frost lived with it.
Be by love in the wet woods... thanks for sharing....
............an excellent rhythm....reads very nicely ★
Be my love in the rain...great closing line!
This us really good
It is rich in all flavor. Readers can savor it all together in one taste. Makes you shiver in sweetness, makes you tearful in his spice of adventure through the circumstances, and well, makes it a good food to the mind and heart.
Is amain supposed to be again in the 6th line of the last stanza?