In the Winter Woods Alone
 
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
 
from In the Clearing
 

In winter in the woods alone
Against the trees I go.
I mark a maple for my own
And lay the maple low.

At four o’clock I shoulder axe
And in the afterglow
I link a line of shadowy tracks
Across the tinted snow.

I see for Nature no defeat
In one tree’s overthrow
Or for myself in my retreat
For yet another blow.

 

2012-22

 
   
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