Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, ’What is it?’ No, not as there is a time talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.
Robert Lee Frost’s other poems:
- Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
 - The Investment
 - Reluctance
 - Pan with Us
 - Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be the Same
 
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