June 5, 2009
I.
The color of nature
Today is a gray
That grows blacker
The farther I walk.
II.
The horse never leaves
The farm to see
The town lights
Nor does the farmer.
III.
Tired from doing
Laps around the track
I want to run off
On an expedition
To see cities’ decorations.
IV.
The path of gray
I still stride
Into the black…
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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