Poetry: Frost – A Dust of Snow

The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. I've mentioned before in previous posts that I have a particular love of short poetry. This piece is no different. I think I first read Frost's poem …

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Poetry: Hardy – The Darkling Thrush

"An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom."

Poetry: Frost – A Patch of Old Snow

"The news of a day I've forgotten -- If I ever read it." -Robert Frost "A Patch of Old Snow