Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
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"Spades take up leaves..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Lee Frost delivers a powerful performance in "Gathering Leaves"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...