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On a Tree Fallen Across the Road by Robert Frost

Post Series: Poetry Thursday

On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

(To Hear Us Talk)

by Robert Frost


The tree the tempest with a crash of wood

Throws down in front of us in not to bar

Our passage to our journey’s end for good,

But just to ask us who we think we are


Insisting always on our own way so.

She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,

And make us get down in a foot of snow

Debating what to do without an axe.


And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:

We will not be put off the final goal

We have it hidden in us to attain,

Not through we have to seize earth by the pole


And, tired of aimless circling in one place,

Steer straight off after something into space.

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