For Robert Frost Poem by Alan Sandham

For Robert Frost



Two odes were present in a yellowed book,
One, with its well-known parts,
The other, with more subtle arts
Seemed seductive to my unpractised eye,
Leading to some greater part of the sky
Than the known verse; I took,
Turning the page in the yellowed book,
The ode I thought less ravelled.

Thursday, February 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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