17 things I like about You
I like Robert Frost and this really has nothing to do with you but these are really cool poems The great Overdog/// That heavenly beast/// With a star in one eye/// Gives a leap in the east./// He dances upright/// All the way to the west/// And never once drops/// On his forefeet to rest./// I'm a poor underdog,/// But to-night I will bark/// With the great Overdog/// That romps through the dark./// THIS IS ANOTHER ONE THIS IS MY FAVORITE Some say the world will end in fire,/// Some say in ice./// >From what I've tasted of desire/// I hold with those who favour fire./// But if it had to perish twice,/// I think I know enough of hate/// To say that for destruction ice/// Is also great/// And would suffice./// THIS IS YET ANOTHER POEM I have been one acquainted with the night./// I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain./// I have outwalked the furthest city light./// I have looked down the saddest city lane./// I have passed by the watchman on his beat/// And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain./// I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet/// When far away an interrupted cry/// Came over houses from another street,/// But not to call me back or say good-bye;/// And further still at an unearthly height,/// O luminary clock against the sky/// Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right./// I have been one acquainted with the night./// THIS IS YET ANOTHER POEM The living come with grassy tread/// To read the gravestones on the hill;/// The graveyard draws the living still,/// But never anymore the dead./// The verses in it say and say:/// "The ones who living come today/// To read the stones and go away/// Tomorrow dead will come to stay."/// So sure of death the marbles rhyme,/// Yet can't help marking all the time/// How no one dead will seem to come./// What is it men are shrinking from?/// It would be easy to be clever/// And tell the stones: Men hate to die/// And have stopped dying now forever./// I think they would believe the lie./// THIS IS YET ANOTHER POEM Nature's first green is gold,/// Her hardest hue to hold./// Her early leaf's a flower;/// But only so an hour./// Then leaf subsides to leaf./// So Eden sank to grief,/// So dawn goes down to day./// Nothing gold can stay./// THIS IS ANOTHER ONE Everyone knows this one Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,/// And sorry I could not travel both/// And be one traveler, long I stood/// And looked down one as far as I could/// To where it bent in the undergrowth;/// Then took the other, as just as fair,/// And having perhaps the better claim,/// Because it was grassy and wanted wear;/// Though as for that the passing there/// Had worn them really about the same,/// And both that morning equally lay/// In leaves no step had trodden black./// Oh, I kept the first for another day!/// Yet knowing how way leads on to way,/// I doubted if I should ever come back./// I shall be telling this with a sigh/// Somewhere ages and ages hence:/// Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-/// I took the one less traveled by,/// And that has made all the difference./// the three / marks mean the end of a line if you have questions just look at the profile. I just did that to take up space.
