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Insisting always on our own way so. | Insisting always on our own way so. | ||
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, | She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, | ||
And make us get down in a foot of snow | And make us get down in a foot of snow | ||
Debating what to do without an | Debating what to do without an axe. | ||
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And, tired of aimless circling in one place, | And, tired of aimless circling in one place, | ||
Latest revision as of 12:59, 3 December 2024
| Author | Frost, Robert |
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| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | New Hampshire. A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes |
| Publisher | Henry Holt |
| Year of Publication | 1923 |
| Pages | 109 |
| Additional information | - |
(To hear us talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are
Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an axe.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.
