A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves. 

Robert Frost 
- Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech.^[1] His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.

Robert Frost as a baby.

Robert frost on a stamp.

Robert Frost as a strapping lad.

Robert frost on meth. shit got serious  in this point of his life. rehab twice.

I dont always write poetry
but when i do
its a Masterpiece

Some books and purchasable on robert frost here.

1. The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged
2. The Road Not Taken: A Selection of Robert Frost's Poems
3. North of Boston
4. Works of Robert Frost (150+) Includes A Boy's Will, North of Boston, Mountain Interval & other poems (Mobi Collected Works)
5. The Road Not Taken and Other Poems (Dover Thrift Editions)

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