crows are everywhere outside of my apartment, hitchcock style.
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost (1923)
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
crows are everywhere outside of my apartment, hitchcock style.
Posted by Madame Lamb on Monday, December 28, 2009 at 8:39 PM
Labels: Madame Lamb, writing
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