Robert Lee Frost
United States
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
26 Mar 1874 // 29 Jan 1963
Poeta
Quotes
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
And burning clove.
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air.
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
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