Four times six
Swiftly charging clamor of joy,
slowly claiming glamour for boys,
sinking coyly hammer and noise
slyly oily grammar lacks poise.
Four times six
Swiftly charging clamor of joy,
slowly claiming glamour for boys,
sinking coyly hammer and noise
slyly oily grammar lacks poise.
Rhymer commented on Four times six
11-18-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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