Poem by Robert Lee Frost (1874-1963) 

 

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The Pasture

 

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

 

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

 

 

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Written on 2022-04-11 at 00:00

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
For me it somehow throws a bright light on Nature: The simplicity and harmony of it all ... when approached with a loving and caring disposition and an open heart and mind. Brilliant stuff this, and so few lines, one of which is repeated too!
2022-04-12


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This was the first poem, other than a nursery rhyme, that made me sit up and take notice of what a poem could be.
2022-04-12


MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
An invitation so welcoming that it's impossible to decline. This short poem makes me want to lend a hand to Frost in his yearly spring clearing — a work that's lyrical, delightful, and charming in equal measure. Thanks for posting!
2022-04-11