From the book:SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbour know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: "Stay where you are until our backs are turned!" We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
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North of Boston by Robert Frost
this is an excellent read. These are tales that could be a generation or two ago yet could very well be today or tomorrow, upcountry! Before smart phones and screens, there was paper and virtue!
North of Boston
You won't find much Robert Frost on the net since any printing of his poems is zealously supervised by his estate/publishers. Maybe something big happened here, like this volume going into the public domain, I'm not sure. At any rate, it's a great opportunity to get ahold of probably the most famous of Frost's poetry. Grab it while you can at a price that nobody ever objects to. "Home Burial" and "Death of the Hired Man" are two of the longer poems, both unforgettable.