Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

What Fifty Said

When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.

Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I go to school to youth to learn the future.

1. Flower-Gathering
2. In Neglect
3. Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight
4. The Cocoon
5. Pan with Us

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