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fallingleaves · 3736 days ago · link · · parent · post: Today Is National Poetry Day! Let's Share Favorite Poems.
A Late Walk by Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down. I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.