Gathering leaves

Robert Frost

Robert Lee Frost was born on 26 March 1874 in San Francisco, California, US, and he died on 29 January 1963 in Boston, Massachusetts, US, at the age of 88.

A poet and playwright, Frost was published in England before he was published in the US. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, he frequently wrote about settings from rural life in New England in the early 20th century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes.

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Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away.

But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face.

I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use, But a crop is a crop, And who’s to say where The harvest shall stop?

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