7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas
Of Robert Frost
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There is a little lightning in his eyes.
Iron at the mouth.
His brows ride neither too far up nor down.
He is splendid. With a place to stand.
Some glowing in the common blood.
Some specialness within.
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