Robert Frost – John Sapiro

Yet all the precedent is on my side:
I know that winter death has never tried
The earth but it has failed: the snow may heap
In long storms an undrifted four feet deep
As measured against maple, birch and oak,
It cannot check the peeper’s silver croak;
And I shall see the snow all go down hill
In water of a slender April rill
That flashes tail through last year’s withered brake
And dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.
Nothing will be left white but here a birch,
And there a clump of houses with a church.

—Robert Frost, The Onset

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Per Angusta Ad Augusta

Miles to go before I sleep (Phoenix, Arizona, Tacoma, Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A. and Northern California)

Miles to go before I sleep (Phoenix, Tacoma, Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.)

So was I once myself a swinger of birches…

Determination

Reluctance

Miles to go before I sleep (Phoenix, Tacoma, Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.)

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