Closed for Good

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

from In the Clearing


Poem

They come not back with steed
And chariot to chide
My slowness with their speed
And scare me to one side.
They have found other scenes
For haste and other means.

They leave the road to me
To walk in saying naught
Perhaps but to a tree
Inaudibly in thought,
“From you the road receives
A priming coat of leaves.”

“And soon for lack of sun,
The prospects are in white
It will be further done,
But with a coat so light
The shape of leaves will show
Beneath the spread of snow.”

And so on into winter
Till even I have ceased
To come as a foot printer,
And only some sight beast
So mousy or so foxy
Shall print there as my proxy.

2012-23