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fallingleaves  ·  3686 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.